FIADH
our paths, they did cross, though I cannot say just why
Fiadh's gasp of glee at hearing a response warble from the pup is only matched by the joy at having him lope forward. You're an Attuned! she greets him, her accent lilting almost to the point where it renders her words unintelligible. Oh... uh, onward! With dark paws, she grips onto the boy-turned-shepherd's fur, and they bound together through the trees towards the Stonesong.
Only once it's nearly in view does she pipe up again, wiggling on his back as if to get down even before the pup has stopped moving. Here, here! I have treasure buried here, she announces. My name's Fiadh. What're you doin' in the woods like this?
Only once it's nearly in view does she pipe up again, wiggling on his back as if to get down even before the pup has stopped moving. Here, here! I have treasure buried here, she announces. My name's Fiadh. What're you doin' in the woods like this?
