are you telling this story or am I?
"Some of its armour? I figured it would need that all for itself," Fiadh says, hopping from print to print as if she might imagine herself as a big-rock-fire-dog herself. Alas, as many shifts lurk in her bones, this isn't one of them. "You might have a fight on your hands if it don't want to give it up," she adds, like Tal might not be aware.
Tilting her head up and grinning at the gore crows (she's never seen them before, and wow), Fiadh pivots to walk backwards and address her new travelling companion. "Oh I do 'pologise - I ain't ever had a pet or a partner, so..." She shrugs. "An' I heard there's real interestin' stuff out here. I thought I could add some to my wares." She waggles her eyebrows.
Tilting her head up and grinning at the gore crows (she's never seen them before, and wow), Fiadh pivots to walk backwards and address her new travelling companion. "Oh I do 'pologise - I ain't ever had a pet or a partner, so..." She shrugs. "An' I heard there's real interestin' stuff out here. I thought I could add some to my wares." She waggles her eyebrows.
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
