are you telling this story or am I?
"What don't I sell?" Fiadh grins, never remaining still as she hops about the little boat to prepare it to start drifting back towards the Greatwood - she's had quite enough of her little jaunt out here in the swamp for one day, thank you very much. "But since I already did somethin' for you, how about you take this off my hands?"
This happens to be a sock puppet, badly stitched and dyed to look like a fox, but Fiadh presents it to Sunjata as though it's some expensive treasure that he ought to cherish forever. "Unless you wanna haggle," she adds, raising her eyebrows in a way which suggests Sunjata will not want to haggle. Probably.
This happens to be a sock puppet, badly stitched and dyed to look like a fox, but Fiadh presents it to Sunjata as though it's some expensive treasure that he ought to cherish forever. "Unless you wanna haggle," she adds, raising her eyebrows in a way which suggests Sunjata will not want to haggle. Probably.
Fiadh
