are you telling this story or am I?
"You seen me? That's how I don't." Get swindled she means, Fiadh assuming she doesn't need to elaborate on that. The sway of her hips is usually enough to get her into and out of trouble, and if that fails then her silver tongue can do the rest. "I know you are, but our bodies are useful. Minds too, I guess." Ducking beneath the canvas flap of one of the caravans, it's without ever checking to see if it's safe that Fiadh begins to clank around.
"Or all three!" she trills back from within the structure. There's a tinkle of breaking glass and an "Oops!" from the (definitely g)rifter, and she emerges a few moments later covered in sand and dust and proudly holding aloft a dinky little box covered in canvas. "This is what Da said would be here. You wanna open it? He said not to, so I'm obviously gonna."
"Or all three!" she trills back from within the structure. There's a tinkle of breaking glass and an "Oops!" from the (definitely g)rifter, and she emerges a few moments later covered in sand and dust and proudly holding aloft a dinky little box covered in canvas. "This is what Da said would be here. You wanna open it? He said not to, so I'm obviously gonna."
Fiadh
