Re: The Coastal Weald
Tath grinned as her companions spoke in a way only a predator could, canine teeth peeking out from the feline's lips. Her glee at being in control of this little bat was dampened, however, by the sudden glow of blue flame. She winked at the freed, talking thing, before slowly drawing herself to her feet, scratching idly just behind a twitching ear as she laughed half-heartedly.
"Oh, but where's the fun in letting them know right away? Flappy here coulda had some buried, shiny goodies ripe for the picking." She half-pouted, half-teased. Cleaning the sticky web off her claw with a cloth, she took stock of the situation. "Some fruit, maybe a spell or two to keep unwanted visitors out, clanky on watch all night. . .And it just might be cozy here."
Beat.
"Maybe after we get away from the spiders who want to eat you. How 'bout it, flappy, know a safe place?" She queried towards their new friend, putting an idle hand on the pommel of her blade.