Tanks but no tank you

She flopped almost, in the only way she could, to stare towards the ground calmly as the limping steps started up again. It was due to her being held, that much was clear, and it was something that could be used to her advantage to maybe be put down. Bishop gave a thoughtful hum as she danged her front legs towards the ground, stretching her paws as she tumbled words and ideas around in her head. This would either work or it wouldnt, it was all depending on how Zosime choose to respond to the information of course.

"You would be able to walk faster if you put me down. It's not like i was going anywhere, just practicing my agility." She supplied, taking up swinging her front legs out of boredom and watching the sparse patches of grass and mud pass by with each lumbering step her guard, and jailer, took. "Faster to find somewhere to sleep for the night, i'm tired, so its not like i'm gonna go anywhere. I'll even stay right where you can see me while you look!" Trap set, now to see if it worked.

Bishop knew looking towards the thing she planned on climbing would foil it, it would give her idea away because Zosime was far from stinsteado instead she took to counting rocks, hoping they were still going in the direction closer to the tank muzzle. It was the sudden leaning back that had her perking up, and she was happy she did. A bright, glittering object caught her attention from between Zo's claws and she snatched it right up to turn it over and over again. She looked for any engravings or words on it curiously, mind working to figure out what it was and the merchant knowledge from her parents doing its best to figure out if the piece had any worth.

"speech"

"others speech"

thoughts