The crowd around Avis seemed to her to thin slightly as the piglet, now snug in a tall female Roegadyn's bosom, moved the focus of action steadily away from where she still ungainly sat. She pulled back her hood and allowed herself a few more moments of fresher air and clarity of vision before she attempted rising to her feet again. She wasn't hurt, though that issue of thirst and hunger was still, unfortunately, unaddressed, and she still felt its effects in the continued tremor in her fingertips.Â
She grabbed hold of a passing merchant's sleeve. "Thank you, I could use some help in this," Avis told him, and before the highlander could respond, the adventurer had already hoisted up her weight from the ground by latching heavily into his arm. The highlander appeared startled at Avis's liberties with his arm and apparent treatment of it as a public support structure, but never managed to finish throwing a gruff note of concern at her. For she was making her way towards Pig and, presumably, Owner at a nearby wall, albeit unsteadily, without so much as a backward glance.Â
The sight of their... reunion? (why was the creature still struggling?) and the Roegadyn's affections for the portly beast made Avis smile, however else she felt.Â
"I should apologize for the blunt trauma I might have dealt to your purple bundle," Avis said wryly to her. "I assure you, there are more efficient means of butchering, so clearly 'lunch' was meant in jest too. Calm down, little one."Â
This last line was addressed to the creature, of course. Avis leant heavily against the wall. She knew how she must seem like to others - disheveled, tipsy-at-midday - not that it really bothered her. Well, you've truly outdone yourself today, Avis.
She grabbed hold of a passing merchant's sleeve. "Thank you, I could use some help in this," Avis told him, and before the highlander could respond, the adventurer had already hoisted up her weight from the ground by latching heavily into his arm. The highlander appeared startled at Avis's liberties with his arm and apparent treatment of it as a public support structure, but never managed to finish throwing a gruff note of concern at her. For she was making her way towards Pig and, presumably, Owner at a nearby wall, albeit unsteadily, without so much as a backward glance.Â
The sight of their... reunion? (why was the creature still struggling?) and the Roegadyn's affections for the portly beast made Avis smile, however else she felt.Â
"I should apologize for the blunt trauma I might have dealt to your purple bundle," Avis said wryly to her. "I assure you, there are more efficient means of butchering, so clearly 'lunch' was meant in jest too. Calm down, little one."Â
This last line was addressed to the creature, of course. Avis leant heavily against the wall. She knew how she must seem like to others - disheveled, tipsy-at-midday - not that it really bothered her. Well, you've truly outdone yourself today, Avis.
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