“Thank’eeMa’amC!” Darragh said quick enough to be one word, scuttling quickly out of the vixen’s claw-range and peek under Kaii’s chin (the marble fox being the designated Tall One of the group) at the map. He frowned, his vision going further out of focus the more he tried to decipher what to him looked like a deranged spider’s web. He was familiar with maps on only a more vague level - here was a hill, there was an orchard, follow the path between the two. Madame Crowley had perhaps earned at least half her payment fairly with her exactitude, though her representation of the maddening network of thin ink-stroke streets between them and Botanica Magica left the poet more lost than before, and perhaps a bit dizzy.
Finny scampered off one way, and Kaii sprinted another! Darragh was left standing with Swifttail the responsible Holder of the Map.
“Oh, uh… champion map readers both!” Darragh exclaimed, frowning in thought. He trusted both of them would reach the shop, so he supposed it didn’t matter which beast he followed. Yet, he would prefer they didn’t travel alone through unfamiliar streets, even in daytime. It was just sensible precautions, no matter where you went in Bully Harbour.
“I’ll take Finny, though I’ll bet a whistlin’ tune that you’ll get there first if you follow Kaii,” Darragh suggested to Swifttail, “You keep Kaii from getting knifed in an alley, I’ll keep Finny from getting arrested!”
Madam Crowley meanwhile, affected to ignore the pesky foxes and stoat, now that she had gotten a few coins out of it. She had spent more energy on this than she felt it was worth, and now all the old vixen wanted was her tea break. The next few palm-reading clients were probably going to have vaguer revelations than usual.
Finny scampered off one way, and Kaii sprinted another! Darragh was left standing with Swifttail the responsible Holder of the Map.
“Oh, uh… champion map readers both!” Darragh exclaimed, frowning in thought. He trusted both of them would reach the shop, so he supposed it didn’t matter which beast he followed. Yet, he would prefer they didn’t travel alone through unfamiliar streets, even in daytime. It was just sensible precautions, no matter where you went in Bully Harbour.
“I’ll take Finny, though I’ll bet a whistlin’ tune that you’ll get there first if you follow Kaii,” Darragh suggested to Swifttail, “You keep Kaii from getting knifed in an alley, I’ll keep Finny from getting arrested!”
Madam Crowley meanwhile, affected to ignore the pesky foxes and stoat, now that she had gotten a few coins out of it. She had spent more energy on this than she felt it was worth, and now all the old vixen wanted was her tea break. The next few palm-reading clients were probably going to have vaguer revelations than usual.