are you telling this story or am I?
It's all going splendidly until the encantados appear. Of course Fiadh is distracted, and she's rapidly pulled off course and downstream to play with them until Remi's voice echoes in her head. Chittering an apology and battling the current to head to the surface, her little otter head pops up near the riverbank where she shakes a paw holding the empty vial of water (she's asking for more, please).
Hmm... I think it's bullshit about you lookin' like your Da, Felix. How'd we ever prove it anyways? she says. An' for me, well... Let's see. I was born in a brothel, one've my shifts is a harpy, an' I've got the biggest crush on Safrin you ever did see. Are they all truths? Hmm.
Fiadh gets momentarily distracted and comes to ask for more water!
Hmm... I think it's bullshit about you lookin' like your Da, Felix. How'd we ever prove it anyways? she says. An' for me, well... Let's see. I was born in a brothel, one've my shifts is a harpy, an' I've got the biggest crush on Safrin you ever did see. Are they all truths? Hmm.
Fiadh gets momentarily distracted and comes to ask for more water!
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
