Lost Creek Hollow but take your time, think a lot

sionnach cared little that there was a furry jellybean underfoot; taking a page from aengus' book, the girl churlishly plowed forward -- seemingly uncaring of the gnat at her side.

of course, until it bit her (or really, just redoubled her efforts in attempts to subdue the unruly leviathan). sionnach roared in outrage, trying in vain to jawspar the irksome flea at her neck. unfortunately she lacked the grace (and the long, flexible neck) to counter such a move, and in the process of swinging her momentum towards jet, only managed to unbalance herself and topple into the dirt.

thus felled, sionnach did not go down lightly. she sourly glanced at her dominator, milky white teeth bared and prepped for mincing -- meanwhile ashlar sped past, intent on drawing the recalcitrant spook from play. sionnach paid them little mind (for the time being) given she was, at the moment, intent on wrestling the furball that had forced her towards the earth in the most humiliating of ways.