Every Little Thing She Does

Shiba seemed terribly surprised and excited about the revelation that Iolaire shared. Rhythm commented but the drunken woman's ears were throbbing and she felt as though they were filled with water. Everything was just. So. Damn. Amusing! Once again the small fae sank to the ground in a fit of giggles. She laughed harder when Shiba rose quickly, only to almost fall down herself. "Calm down there. I'm not sure how good of a healer I'd be at the moment." It wouldn't do to put poison on a wound rather than healing herbs. Entirely a possibility at the moment. Everything looked like fuzzy blobs.

Reaching out from her prone position in the sweet grass, Io patted Shiba's paw. "Redwater rocks." She pointed in a direction. "Thattaway. But... It would be better to wait until morning. Don't want to reunite with them while you're drunk." Sage advice from a slushy mess. "Sleep it off. Belle will be there in the morning." The pack wasn't ready to move quite yet. There would be time.

Occasional giggles would erupt from the girl. It seemed as though she'd been successful in forgetting her problems for a time. "I should probably call my brother to take me home, do you think?" She asked no one in particular, but looked towards Rhythm as she did so. Not that the woman would see. Raising her muzzle upwards while she was still laying on the ground, Iolaire tried to howl, but kept lapsing into laughter as she did so. Rather than one smooth note, it was more along the lines of " Aruuuu-huuu-huuuuu-haaaahahahaha-uuuuuu." By the end of it, she had her face buried in her crossed legs, laughing like a lunatic.