dear_mun | Finn from The Witches of Eileanan

So, it's Finn the Cat ye need?

[Carelessly, she puts her feet up on the table, still wearing her boots, and she leans back in her chair to light her pipe, which she does with her fingers alone. She blows a perfect smoke ring, and grins at it, satisfied.]

But I dinna ken what ye be wanting me to do. If ye need something climbed, I be your lassie. I dinna think it be proper, but I could nick something, or someone. But that's not what ye want o' me, is it? I am a NicRuraich. Mayhaps ye want me to search a way out o' one o' these places.

[She shakes her head, and continues with somewhat less of her bluster, vaguely worried, stroking the tiny black cat asleep in her lap.]

They willna let me bring Goblin, will they? She be only a wee thing, she willna take up much room. Please?