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Broken wing or not, Sunjata's size means that he won't have to try very hard to keep up with her, and Fiadh soars and glides through the air above the ribbon of blue, following it up and away from the deepest parts of the swamp. It's not too long before she lets out a cry of excitement, her keen sight spotting the speck on the riverbank up ahead. Here we are! she trills to the Flood, falling into a swift dive.
Her boat is a bit worse for wear, it's true, and it's eclectically draped in fabrics, silks, glittering beads and an assorted mismatch of other trinkets. Landing elegantly and finally shifting back to herself, Fiadh offers a roguish bow to Sunjata before tossing her red hair back. "Welcome aboard," she announces. "You can probably follow the Stonesong out to sea from here, or back towards the Greatwood."
Her boat is a bit worse for wear, it's true, and it's eclectically draped in fabrics, silks, glittering beads and an assorted mismatch of other trinkets. Landing elegantly and finally shifting back to herself, Fiadh offers a roguish bow to Sunjata before tossing her red hair back. "Welcome aboard," she announces. "You can probably follow the Stonesong out to sea from here, or back towards the Greatwood."
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
