Avis fell into step behind them just as Steel made her confession. Ah. So Avis's suspicions were right then. She let out a little sigh, glad that Pig was finally tucked in nicely and that they were headed for rest. She threw a little wink and wave at the behemoth child, though the creature made no sign of having noticed her approach.Â
The moment Avis stepped into the Quicksand, her features instinctively assembled themselves into what Jasper had used to label as her light, wry, "tavern smile". Her pallor, however, and the onset of a treacherous migraine - the effects of dehydration - meant that her smile appeared plastered, frozen, tighter than usual. Her face could have resembled that of a particularly feminine and pretty species of golem.Â
She moved quickly past pig, Roegadyn and Miqo'te with an air of purpose, scanning their surroundings.Â
And sighed, deeply, again. She was home.Â
The Quicksand was hardly a place for the slumberous, but the combined effect of its nostalgia and her little sun-stricken "ordeal" so overwhelmed Avis that, had she been in any mood for the dramatic, she would have curled herself up on a table and bawled herself into a blissful sleep. Â So she settled for dropping like a stone down onto the nearest chair at the nearest empty table, gesturing to her new companions (when? when had she last entered this place accompanied and uncloaked?) and spreading her hands to indicate the spaces around her.
"Over here, Steel," she said briskly, with the air of a practiced tavern-goer, while nodding her chin in the direction of the waiter nearby."You too, lady with the dozen questions. Drinks and food on me."
Inwardly, she grimaced. This exhaustion had obviously robbed her of her clearheadedness. Ah well. There's always Kokoniku to go to.
The waiter approached, a thin, sallow, nervous looking youth with a rather high nose and an air of defensiveness. He appeared unused to, if not repulsed by, the throaty laughter and general earthiness that dominated the Quicksand. Avis's odd little smile widened for him. "Good day. Would you have anything to recommend for a baby behemoth?"
The moment Avis stepped into the Quicksand, her features instinctively assembled themselves into what Jasper had used to label as her light, wry, "tavern smile". Her pallor, however, and the onset of a treacherous migraine - the effects of dehydration - meant that her smile appeared plastered, frozen, tighter than usual. Her face could have resembled that of a particularly feminine and pretty species of golem.Â
She moved quickly past pig, Roegadyn and Miqo'te with an air of purpose, scanning their surroundings.Â
And sighed, deeply, again. She was home.Â
The Quicksand was hardly a place for the slumberous, but the combined effect of its nostalgia and her little sun-stricken "ordeal" so overwhelmed Avis that, had she been in any mood for the dramatic, she would have curled herself up on a table and bawled herself into a blissful sleep. Â So she settled for dropping like a stone down onto the nearest chair at the nearest empty table, gesturing to her new companions (when? when had she last entered this place accompanied and uncloaked?) and spreading her hands to indicate the spaces around her.
"Over here, Steel," she said briskly, with the air of a practiced tavern-goer, while nodding her chin in the direction of the waiter nearby."You too, lady with the dozen questions. Drinks and food on me."
Inwardly, she grimaced. This exhaustion had obviously robbed her of her clearheadedness. Ah well. There's always Kokoniku to go to.
The waiter approached, a thin, sallow, nervous looking youth with a rather high nose and an air of defensiveness. He appeared unused to, if not repulsed by, the throaty laughter and general earthiness that dominated the Quicksand. Avis's odd little smile widened for him. "Good day. Would you have anything to recommend for a baby behemoth?"
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