[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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[color=chartreuse]"Why, hello there."[/color]

[color=#008b8b]"Huh?"[/color]

Fionn looked up quickly at the voice addressing him, worried for a moment that it was Gisela herself taking a moment to notice his presence—seeing a Niyar instead was at least [i]somewhat[/i] less concerning, in terms of the potential that his flesh would remain attached to his bones. Not one he recognized, but that wasn't terribly surprising—outside of Fiadh and any of the ones closest to her in the forests around Gleann Luaith and Dún Att, he couldn't really claim to know any Niyar, despite looking around Aimlenn as much as time allowed.

[color=chartreuse]"Bye bye~!"[/color]

And she didn't even give him a chance to give a proper greeting before trying to get rid of him. He could see the cliff below her start to shift, rock and packed dirt glistening as though suddenly thoroughly flooded. Worse yet, the change was making its way down to him; if he had to guess, it would turn into a loose enough muck that he'd be almost unable to find any purchase, unless he was willing to shove his arms shoulder deep into it.

A slow, and unattractive proposition.

[color=#008b8b]"Now, now, wait just a minute!"[/color] he called, glancing off to either side; at the sight of a tree that had started growing out from the wall, he moved, hand over hand, as rapidly as his skills could allow over to it. Even then he could already feel his holds moistening and loosening under his grasp, faster than he could just climb over to it—with little else to do, he launched himelf bodily, arms stretching out towards the tree as he commanded it: [color=#008b8b][i]"Gabye!"[/i][/color]

One branch bent its way towards him, lengthening improbably to meet his grasp; as soon as contact was made, his fingers wrapping around it, fresh growth twined around his wrist, securing him against a sure fall to his doom. Heaving himself up, he wrapped his other hand around the branch, the grasp on his wrist releasing as he did—heaved twice more, and now he was atop the the trunk that stuck out from the wall, catching his breath. At least it was rooted deeply enough not to fear disappearing in a mud slide.

It would pretty much have to be, he supposed; it was growing sideways out of a rocky face.

He turned to look back up at the small green girl that had addressed him. No doubt she might be a [i]little[/i] surprised at hearing him call out some sort of magic she may have used, even if not as proficiently. But he couldn't tell that for sure over the mild surprise—possibly delight? They always were fond of [i]interesting[/i] situations, and his failure to go plummeting to the base of the cliff below was surely something interesting—that was already on her face after witnessing his narrow escape.

Now, how best to get his way out of this without making a mudslide himself, or otherwise drawing too much of Gisela's attention to the cliff face rather than the hopefully-more-obvious threats posed by his fellow knights.

[color=#008b8b]"Well, here I thought climbing would be hard enough!"[/color] he said after a few deep breaths, waving up with his left hand, the mark that Fiadh had left in his palm glinting in the sunlight obviously enough that the Niyar up above would have no way to miss it. [color=#008b8b]"We haven't met before, have we? Would you let me know your name, please?"[/color]

Polite conversation was usually a safe starting path with fae like these. Just had to be careful what you said, how you phrased things, if you wanted any answers.

[color=#008b8b]"You wouldn't happen to be acquainted with any of the Niyar or Senyar in northeastern Velt, would you?"[/color]