[The Fae hadn't really seen Rory as a threat, so the whack he gets from the wood causes him to crumple to the ground and though Granuaile is surprised, she's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
...and she's also going to have a chuckle about that later, because another of her animal forms is a horse. But! On to the matter at hand. She descends upon the fallen Fae and stabs him in the heart. His body seizes, and then at the site of the wound, his body begins to dissolve into dust. The steel knife is forged from iron and iron is deadly to them. So no more Fae. At least the turning-into-dust thing should assure Rory that she just didn't commit a murder, but there's still a lot to explain here.]
Thank you. Really.
[Now how to handle this? She knows what her archdruid/sensei would do. He'd camouflage himself and get the hell out of Dodge, leaving the person to think this was all a hallucination. But Granuaile would feel guilty doing that, because he helped her and seemed to accept her words at face value. Hmm.]
Listen, you deserve an explanation, but doing it naked isn't my idea of a fun time. So give me a few minutes to get dressed over in the park.
[And then she does a funny wax on, wax off gesture with her hands, imitating the penguin from the movie Madagascar.]
[She murmurs a Celtic spell and casts camouflage; not the Fae's type, but the kind that disturbs the air molecules around her to make it look like she's disappeared. The air might have a shimmer to it as she moves, but that should be all he'll see as she jogs back to retrieve her clothes. Don't worry, Rory. An explanation's coming. Just not sans clothes.]
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...and she's also going to have a chuckle about that later, because another of her animal forms is a horse. But! On to the matter at hand. She descends upon the fallen Fae and stabs him in the heart. His body seizes, and then at the site of the wound, his body begins to dissolve into dust. The steel knife is forged from iron and iron is deadly to them. So no more Fae. At least the turning-into-dust thing should assure Rory that she just didn't commit a murder, but there's still a lot to explain here.]
Thank you. Really.
[Now how to handle this? She knows what her archdruid/sensei would do. He'd camouflage himself and get the hell out of Dodge, leaving the person to think this was all a hallucination. But Granuaile would feel guilty doing that, because he helped her and seemed to accept her words at face value. Hmm.]
Listen, you deserve an explanation, but doing it naked isn't my idea of a fun time. So give me a few minutes to get dressed over in the park.
[And then she does a funny wax on, wax off gesture with her hands, imitating the penguin from the movie Madagascar.]
You didn't see anything.
[She murmurs a Celtic spell and casts camouflage; not the Fae's type, but the kind that disturbs the air molecules around her to make it look like she's disappeared. The air might have a shimmer to it as she moves, but that should be all he'll see as she jogs back to retrieve her clothes. Don't worry, Rory. An explanation's coming. Just not sans clothes.]