[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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Well, it had been a little while since he'd heard that irate voice. He'd almost begun to wonder if he would again, though just as he was about to fall asleep, she managed to answer that wonder and start dragging him back to wakefulness again. It was a shame; Tyaethe [i]did[/i] have a nice singing voice...not that she was likely to sing again after that.

Fiadh seemed to be pouting about it too.

[color=#008b8b]"Gertrude,"[/color] he called up towards the top of the tree. She wasn't very much higher than them, with how low to the ground the trunk had split 'top' was a bit of an arbitrary distinction anyways, but he could see the silhouette of her body against the moonlight as he reopened his eyes. [color=#008b8b]"Why don't you come on down? It's bound to be more comfortable and we can help you find an actual room if you'd like."[/color]