[h3][u][b][i][color=fdc68a]---Kittim ~ makes a bad messenger?[/color][/i][/b][/u][/h3]
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 Kittim's hit the turn too hard, her feet slipped and her arms flew out, scrabbling at the ground in an akward recovery. She rolled, registering a paniced squeak as she found her feet beneath her. Forward Motion continued she cooked a tongue, both a call and a chastisement.

  The small goblin glanced behind her only long enough to see a small brown lumb hurtling itself over the darker brown 'street'.
 Eyes forward she turned herself toward the smoke that indicated the blacksmiths.
   Forcing a gasp in-between her labored panting, she called out, [b]"GABI! GABBERS!" [/b]along with a dozen bastardizations of the pregnant farmer's name.

 She whipped around the smithies hut seeing her target  holding a hoe.
 Her mouth flapped open wide enough all of her teeth and stumbled to a stop leaning grasping the other females arm. She shook with exertion and the baubles hanging from her ear clinked. [b]"Cousin, Gabin gaarbin. Ah![/b]" Her voice faltered and raised as she tried to speak, [b]"Why are you SO HARD TO FIND?! Shamas hut, big crowd- your sister  on a - raiders hurt - ah oh, we - we got a pig. "[/b] She sunk as she continued still holding the plant tenders arm. [b]"Thought you should- " [/b]
Now sitting on the ground the tiny goblin  paused as a rat with a woven grass collar ran over her legs and circled her in excitement. 
  For the first time the little rumorey acknowledged the male with a nod of the head and fixed the tattered bow in her black hair before sapping her forehead.
[b]" I-I shoulda heard more fore hunting ya -ah, huh- down" [/b] She looked down at the ground, wondering aloud[b] "Tink.. we'll get da pig tahnigh?.. Don't wanna build ah pen.."[/b]