are you telling this story or am I?
The answer to that question, Tal, will simply have to wait. Besides, that will give Fiadh more time to come up with whatever tall-tales she's going to tell you, eh? In the meantime, it's with loosely folded arms and a skeptical expression that she nods in response to his determination not to kill a puppy (it would be easier though, be real, Tal), huffing out a breath to blow a lock of red hair out of her face.
"Mmhm, mmhm. Okay, I can see how that would let us get away with all this and no one'll die," she agrees slowly, nodding her head. As for a distraction? "Ohoho, what can't I do?" She grins, rolling her shoulders and letting her arms drop so she can focus on shifting. At first it appears more like a partial shift than anything - a harpy is still half-girl, even if the rest is bright and ruddy feathers. Arms morph into wings and feet into large and deadly talons, and with a literal shake of her tail feathers, Fiadh nods to the fyrhunds.
"Ready when you are!"
"Mmhm, mmhm. Okay, I can see how that would let us get away with all this and no one'll die," she agrees slowly, nodding her head. As for a distraction? "Ohoho, what can't I do?" She grins, rolling her shoulders and letting her arms drop so she can focus on shifting. At first it appears more like a partial shift than anything - a harpy is still half-girl, even if the rest is bright and ruddy feathers. Arms morph into wings and feet into large and deadly talons, and with a literal shake of her tail feathers, Fiadh nods to the fyrhunds.
"Ready when you are!"
Fiadh
Raccoon | Red Fox | Red Kite | Boomslang | Otter | Harpy
