The Kookaburra Sits In The Old Gum Tree
She watched as the rat and the winged creature spoke amongst themselves, picking up bits of their conversation. It seemed the boy didn't have much to offer, and she was almost inclined to just leave him there. But as the boy and his pet seemed to finally decide on something to offer, her brows furrowed. "Foi and Majofionism? What on earth are those? The only god she knew was the Fallen God, and she didn't care for much else. Though she was somewhat curious about it if only to see what kind of deities these mortals believed in. She was skeptical, to say the least, but she also knew that whatever the boy said wouldn't sway her mind from the one that ruled them all. She quieted for a long moment as she thought, then promptly stood up. "I don't rightly care much about what you believe in, the Fallen God rules all things. However, if you know at least a little bit about herbs then perhaps you can help me." She gazed at him for a moment before disappearing from view. She headed to one of the nearby trees that she had tied one end of her trap net to, tugging at the knot she had and pulling away from the tree, which in turn, brought the net up to straighten out again as much as it could. Glancing at the net, she frowned when she realized she would probably have to replace the whole thing. Wandering back to him, she cut loose some of the vines that were wrapped around him, at least enough for him to scamper back to solid ground...or fly, whatever he preferred. She tsked as she worked on cutting some of the vines with her teeth, "Well, I guess I'm going to have to replace this whole thing. That's more work than I'd like to do," A dramatic sigh left her after she seemingly scolded the young boy. But alas, this encounter was definitely worth losing a net.
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