Barrow Fields like phineus now i see

She was cloaked in the same tones as himself, albeit his golden tones were hastily painted across his back like war-paint while she was clad in golden armor; at first he paid no notice to the woman's sandy face or her actions, he was watching that strange strip of tough flesh she worked at with her teeth. Then, when she spoke, Firefly realized he was staring and being pretty weird about it.

He settled back upon the sand, rump slowly descending and forelimbs spreading out, sending grains shifting around his wrists. He watched her carefully - trying to focus both of his eyes despite one of them being so misted - and wondered what she could do that Willow and Nettle hadn't already tried.