are you telling this story or am I?
Fiadh, perhaps wisely, slithers back a bit as the stranger shifts as well, looping around the branches as if expecting him to choose a snake-eater or something stupid like that. Yeah, pretty much! she lies says, already weaving back in the direction she'd come so she can slither over the spiderweb of branches and through the trees. Tongue flicking out to taste the air as she goes, a pulse of pride vibrates through their bond.
Good. You'll not be disappointed, she informs him. I'm Fiadh, by the way. I sail through the Stonesong in the Greatwood, mostly. The Fae got a lot of shit worth sellin', you know?
Good. You'll not be disappointed, she informs him. I'm Fiadh, by the way. I sail through the Stonesong in the Greatwood, mostly. The Fae got a lot of shit worth sellin', you know?
Fiadh
