Bumblebees and Bluebirds
07-30-2016, 07:09 PM
Peregrine's merriment was cut short by the voice of another. She looked up to see a fae about her age walking farther up along the side of the gorge. Once her words registered Peregrine let out another volley of laughter before responding, "Oh, little things here and there, you know! Just spiffying things up!" Far more likely was the possibility of the landscape changing her from a solid to a liquid, or at least a meaty pulp. She gave the darker woman a once over and concluded that she must be quite close to her in age, and wondered immediately what had brought her here. Was she searching for gold as well? "Are you familiar with the area," she asked while picking her way up the slope side in hopes of putting them on level footing. "I swear I saw bits of gold here among the rocks." She wasn't about to be selfish, especially if it meant the woman might give her a hand. So far her efforts had provided nothing of substance, other than bumps and bruises. Tsiry seemed growing used to her frequent diversions, and since she had not been eaten so far, was content to continue generally ignoring them. "Tsiry" |
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