Pick your poison.

Noelie's gaze passed over each rock as they were described. She gave an obedient nod of the head, but honestly, she was more lost now than she had been before. How could a seven sided rock heal someone, let alone be used for attacking? Surely they weren't very good weapons, and Fir wouldn't be throwing them at her, would she?

The story began, each detail more far-fetched than the last, but by the end of it the yearling felt herself entranced in whatever world her companion had just created. In fact, she was even a little upset that she'd chosen to be Etoile for this game and not herself. Now, she wasn't sure what was going on with this Featherlash guy, or what a city was, but she'd gotten the gist of what was going on, and that somehow the issue in the market had become her problem, but then Fir was asking for her input, and she hadn't quite been ready for that.

"Uh.. I.. should I scratch at the door?" That seemed reasonable. "And ask if anyone is home?" She wasn't sure what the right answer was, but honestly she had a feeling that that wasn't it.

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