are you telling this story or am I?
"I'm irreplaceable," Fiadh informs Remi with a careless shrug of her shoulders, watching the jar and the vials with a birdlike tilt of her head. She's agreeable enough to this first round of weird-Ascended-fluid-water-sprinklings, and as the Lullaby's wings stretch from his shoulders, she takes little time in shifting back into a ball of angry auburn feathers.
As a red kite she's not a small bird, but it doesn't stop her from flapping to land on Remi's broad shoulder, ready for them to take off to attack the treeline with their special anti-Ascended tonic. Ready when you are, she trills through the Attuned bond, one of her feet already playfully grabbing for one of the vials.
As a red kite she's not a small bird, but it doesn't stop her from flapping to land on Remi's broad shoulder, ready for them to take off to attack the treeline with their special anti-Ascended tonic. Ready when you are, she trills through the Attuned bond, one of her feet already playfully grabbing for one of the vials.
Fiadh
