Lost Creek Hollow Island of memories we'll leave them where they lie

well, that didn't have the intended effect. gannet remained unmoved, sparing the girl only a glance as he looked over her lumpy face. how could he not care she was in ASTOUNDING PAIN! sionnach huffed, indignant he was above manipulation. he would have to go in her "not-fun" adult book, a list of adults that which regretably, was growing bigger and bigger by the day.

she deigned to allow him time to inspect her though; he was at least paying attention to her, and that was a plus in sionnach's book. she lifted her head demurely, and turned it to the side, so that gannet could inspect his handiwork and even apply some paste judiciously -- but if he tried to pin her down, he would find she still had some fight in her.