are you telling this story or am I?
What'cha grumblin' about? Because of course, that's the problem with internal grumblings as an Attuned. Your thoughts are never really just your own. Having wound her way up into the higher branches where Sunjata is perched, Fiadh's tongue flicks out again as she worms her way closer still. Her instincts tell her to strike out with her fangs, because of course they do, but she likes to think she's a bit more polite than that.
Do you come here often? she asks, curling round and round the branch that he's hopped onto, hissing up at him for good measure. It isn't very interesting, is it? Though perhaps she ought to give it more than ten minutes before judging it.
Do you come here often? she asks, curling round and round the branch that he's hopped onto, hissing up at him for good measure. It isn't very interesting, is it? Though perhaps she ought to give it more than ten minutes before judging it.
Fiadh
