Beside Barclay, the possum winds up shrieking, scrambling back. Its tiny pink-toed paws overturning twigs and leaves, until it smacks into another tree behind it. Barclay in the meantime-- the pirate himself reacts no less violently, his brow furrowed into a grimace, his hands clapped over his ears. He'd already started to step back, prepared to run, but her siren's cry stops him twofold. For one thing, it's exceptionally distracting. For another, he thinks he just saw a gigantic green buffalo get picked up and bounced through the trees by a wave of sound.
He blinks hard, his eyes watering. Nope. I mean yes. Yes, absolutely, that is definitely what just happened.]
Bloody Hell, [he says. She'd mentioned she is now fae, but bloody Hell. His expression is decidedly impressed.]
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Beside Barclay, the possum winds up shrieking, scrambling back. Its tiny pink-toed paws overturning twigs and leaves, until it smacks into another tree behind it. Barclay in the meantime-- the pirate himself reacts no less violently, his brow furrowed into a grimace, his hands clapped over his ears. He'd already started to step back, prepared to run, but her siren's cry stops him twofold. For one thing, it's exceptionally distracting. For another, he thinks he just saw a gigantic green buffalo get picked up and bounced through the trees by a wave of sound.
He blinks hard, his eyes watering. Nope. I mean yes. Yes, absolutely, that is definitely what just happened.]
Bloody Hell, [he says. She'd mentioned she is now fae, but bloody Hell. His expression is decidedly impressed.]