[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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[i]Aisling.[/i] Not one he really remembered meeting. Unfortunate.

[color=#008b8b]"Well, the one that put her up to guarding the top of this hill from us—"[/color] Fionn gestured vaguely off towards where Gisela ought to have been at that point— [color=#008b8b]"Is the same one that put [i]us[/i] to the task of getting to the top of it. So I can't really get to falling, or [i]I'd[/i] be breaking [i]my[/i] agreement here. Besides, I'm not climbing right now, I'm sitting! Sitting and talking."[/color] He patted the tree he was currently perched on with a broad grin. [color=#008b8b]"Of course, if you think about it, that means—by extension—we're actually working for the same person. Little odd, isn't it?"[/color] Simple, transactional; word given, a task to be done. She'd understand it, easily enough, enough to get to questioning why they were set against each other when they had the same boss.

Now, just to figure out what to do about the contracted Niyar and the now-much-more-treacherous cliff face she'd made for him.

[color=#008b8b]"So, the big forest, aye? You weren't from around the big mountain, were you? That's where I'm from, me and Fiadh. She's the one left this mark in my palm, so she is."[/color] He took the moment to hazard a quick glance around, admiring the scenery—and trying to commit to memory, as well as possible, every last bit of actual [i]rock[/i] and every tree or other useful plant sticking out from the cliff face in case he had to start climbing again, quickly. Anything to keep him from tumbling to the ground far below.

He looked back up to the tiny face peeking at him over the edge. Best to keep the conversation moving while he thought up a plan of some sort. [color=#008b8b]"She's taught me a bit of language, too, although I'm not so quick to learn. What was the word for [i]shaking[/i] again? Or [i]to shake,[/i] I suppose. [i]Kreteti?"[/i][/color]