FIADH
our paths, they did cross, though I cannot say just why
He doesn't know it yet, but the something that Everest is tracking is actually tracking him in reverse. He'll find out shortly, though. Fiadh has clambered up the nearest tree to watch the puppy trundle through the snow, her whiskers and paws wet, snowflakes settling on her fur. As he lifts his nose to scent the air yet again, the young Attuned makes her move.
She's not a flying squirrel. She's not even close. And yet, that's the vibe one might get to see the raccoon blanket her way down from the tree branches, intent on landing upon the puppy's back. Go, go, mush! she cackles, fully expecting that the dog is just a dog, and her words will fall on deaf ears.
She's not a flying squirrel. She's not even close. And yet, that's the vibe one might get to see the raccoon blanket her way down from the tree branches, intent on landing upon the puppy's back. Go, go, mush! she cackles, fully expecting that the dog is just a dog, and her words will fall on deaf ears.
