Sheepeater Cliff soronúmë

Moving this along with messy post, @Agana jump on in whenever <3

Only her?
The sybil could not help the specter of a simper that pranced faint at the corner of shorn lips; looked to Dagwood with a diverted countenance.  "I was wishing that you would be deadweight, I will admit,"  if only to help drag these feathered fiends from their realms. However ...  "distraction, though? ... Mm. Perhaps."  If he could, by some means, harry them her way while their sights lie upon him—
—even to wonder at such, she was not sure. They could never be sure, unless they put thought into action.

Halfsight leapt to the ashen tenderfoot;
and with scarce a cant of skull, wished him care, and advised him to begin.

In the meantime, the stricken flurried, low, sweeping, from her original post to coil beneath one of the many shelved outcroppings from the stone; eyes now upon whomever the youngster deemed favorable to set them upon.