are you telling this story or am I?
Fiadh doesn't know what Tal is complaining about - she and Boreal are having a great time over here, scattering gore crows and keeping them occupied while he heroes about down there. Or-- oh, oh. Alright. Well he's supposed to be heroing about, and she can't help it if that part isn't going to plan. She can still be a mighty fine distraction, though.
"Okay!" she trills back, banking around and swooping into a bullet-like dive, directly towards the mama fyrhund making chase. Crimson wings spread wide to catch her just at the same time as wicked talons flash through the air. There's a yelp - and it's not entirely clear who it's coming from either - but regardless a hunk of the rocky canine's armour does thud to the ground somewhere nearby. Weakened by the strike from a butt of a spear, no doubt.
"Is this the part where we all run away?" she calls.
"Okay!" she trills back, banking around and swooping into a bullet-like dive, directly towards the mama fyrhund making chase. Crimson wings spread wide to catch her just at the same time as wicked talons flash through the air. There's a yelp - and it's not entirely clear who it's coming from either - but regardless a hunk of the rocky canine's armour does thud to the ground somewhere nearby. Weakened by the strike from a butt of a spear, no doubt.
"Is this the part where we all run away?" she calls.
Fiadh
