Do not use her to fight serpents, or any other creature that shrieks loudly when injured.

Do not make her talk to parrots.

Do not specialize in “sluagh throwing.”

Do not frighten her into a gap in the rocks.

Do not expect her to come to your rescue unless you’ve particularly endeared yourself to her.

Do not pretend that you can’t hear her if you can.

Do not get her started on loons.

Do not turn her into a loon.

Do not goad her into accepting tea and crumpets from the wise woman on the mountain.

Do not mock her when she botches “perception + investigation” and hits her head on a shelf.

Do not expect her to be up and perky after listening to a parrot act as an alarm clock to a sleeping troll.

Do not make her throw rocks.

Do not try to lock her in a cold iron cat carrier.

Do not make her deal in unicorns.

Do not pit your sluagh against a manticore.

Do not make her choose between the Summer Lands and repairing what the redcap fucked up.

Do not make her roll d10 for her sexual orientation.

Do not subject her to plot devices from “The Tenth Kingdom.”

Do not make her ride, sleep, or eat next to the sidhe.

Do not offer to give her the answer to a puzzle if she gnaws her own hand off.

Do not have her wake up with wings, a beak, or webbed feet.

Do not try to break your sluagh… c’mon, people, they just bend.

Do not threaten to eat her when she requests something in exchange for information.