Somehow, her presence had sent the creature into panic mode all over again. Avis drew back instinctively, prepared to bow out of the situation (literally) and crawl to the Quicksand, but it was then that the Roegadyn woman took heed of her most ridiculous of plights and extended a drinking skin in her direction. While keeping Pig where he (or she, or it) was supposed to be. That was admirable.Â
"You have my deep gratitude," Avis said gravely.Â
She slumped in the shady corner where the woman had pointed her to, taking care to be at arm's length from Pig. She gulped down great mouthfuls of water in some haste, greatly relieved, and closed her eyes, wishing she could instantaneously will her body out of damsel-in-distress mode. Such refreshing coolness, though. The world seemed to have calmed somewhat.Â
"Thank you," she said again at length, opening her eyes. "You are a wonder. And so is the little one," she added, nodding at Pig still nestled in the Roegadyn's arms. She was feeling slightly better, or at least well enough to burst unexpectedly into chuckles. "You are a very, very intelligent one," Avis said, softly but warmly, leaning in slightly to the baby behemoth and addressing it directly. She hoped it would take better to this. "You are a little scholar of our speech. If I were your mother here, I would be very proud of you, as I'm sure she is."
Mother. Avis shuddered slightly, remembering the predictions of the fortune teller. Didn't her utter inability to communicate in baby talk with Pig display a complete absence of maternal instinct?
"You have my deep gratitude," Avis said gravely.Â
She slumped in the shady corner where the woman had pointed her to, taking care to be at arm's length from Pig. She gulped down great mouthfuls of water in some haste, greatly relieved, and closed her eyes, wishing she could instantaneously will her body out of damsel-in-distress mode. Such refreshing coolness, though. The world seemed to have calmed somewhat.Â
"Thank you," she said again at length, opening her eyes. "You are a wonder. And so is the little one," she added, nodding at Pig still nestled in the Roegadyn's arms. She was feeling slightly better, or at least well enough to burst unexpectedly into chuckles. "You are a very, very intelligent one," Avis said, softly but warmly, leaning in slightly to the baby behemoth and addressing it directly. She hoped it would take better to this. "You are a little scholar of our speech. If I were your mother here, I would be very proud of you, as I'm sure she is."
Mother. Avis shuddered slightly, remembering the predictions of the fortune teller. Didn't her utter inability to communicate in baby talk with Pig display a complete absence of maternal instinct?
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