The Miqo'te's fanciful ramble both bemused and baffled Avis, but the real wonder was Steel, who was, unlike Avis, at present completely in touch with her maternal faculties. Avis stared in barely-disguised amazement at Steel's hopeless descent into love. What were those soft, gentle, almost high-pitched sounds being emitted from the direction of that tall, roaring, axe-bearing, elevator-charging, warlike Roegadyn? She had never employed such... methods... of endearment with her own feathered famliar, the eminent Sir Fabuli, as she liked to call him. They were close, yes, trusted each other, Â yes, had non-verbal, almost telepathic bickerings, yes, but if they veered towards mutual fondness more than a strictly professional relationship, it surely wasn't the result of pets, strokes, caresses, and... cooing.
She broke out of it enough to turn to Miko with a heavy-lidded smirk. "Generally, my dear, anything less than three-quarters my size would be quite out of the question," she said dryly. She was quite enjoying the Miqo'te's company, though, and she wondered what it would be like if they turned the tables and launched torrents of questions at her instead. If she hadn't been this tired, it could've been her next mission.Â
The first being achieving good standing with the baby behemoth, of course. Friendship through food made perfect sense. Avis would take it upon herself to be Pig's personal feeder this time, even if the clockwork-like movement and noisy clicks of his jaws and teeth around the carrot stick had proved a little... disconcerting.Â
And right on cue, the food arrived.Â
Avis nodded at their favorite young waiter, who hung behind first, as she retrieved her money pouch, gesturing to indicate that the payment for this round would come from her instead. She began laying out coins on the table in small mounds carefully, and, noting how redness had seemed to spread into the waiter's ears upon nearing their very intimidating group, emptied the rest of her pouch for him. Not that there was much left. She trusted in Steel's size and that of the larger waiter to deter any thief looking to make off with a quick one, as the long-forgotten smell of Ul'dahn roasts and grills greeted her nostrils. Ah. For a moment her migraine vaporized. Perhaps she'd be able to stomach this after all.Â
Then a second bowl was placed right in front of Pig, a bowl of meat shaped neatly by hand into red, bloody-looing balls that seemed to fit right into a human palm. The little one looked eager already, sniffing, snorting, squirming. Avis seized her chance and, reaching into the meat bowl, plucked up one of these, positioning its unwelcome stickiness properly in her hand before lifting it to the baby behemoth.Â
"Nibbles for our tibbles!" Avis offered in an awkwardly lilting, singsong tone. "Will this your fancy tickle, you porky little pickle? Aaaaaaaaaahhhh."
Rhymes and songs worked for children; might they not work similarly for this stubborn little carnivore? She had fallen low indeed. Yes, Steel might find in her a good student.Â
She broke out of it enough to turn to Miko with a heavy-lidded smirk. "Generally, my dear, anything less than three-quarters my size would be quite out of the question," she said dryly. She was quite enjoying the Miqo'te's company, though, and she wondered what it would be like if they turned the tables and launched torrents of questions at her instead. If she hadn't been this tired, it could've been her next mission.Â
The first being achieving good standing with the baby behemoth, of course. Friendship through food made perfect sense. Avis would take it upon herself to be Pig's personal feeder this time, even if the clockwork-like movement and noisy clicks of his jaws and teeth around the carrot stick had proved a little... disconcerting.Â
And right on cue, the food arrived.Â
Avis nodded at their favorite young waiter, who hung behind first, as she retrieved her money pouch, gesturing to indicate that the payment for this round would come from her instead. She began laying out coins on the table in small mounds carefully, and, noting how redness had seemed to spread into the waiter's ears upon nearing their very intimidating group, emptied the rest of her pouch for him. Not that there was much left. She trusted in Steel's size and that of the larger waiter to deter any thief looking to make off with a quick one, as the long-forgotten smell of Ul'dahn roasts and grills greeted her nostrils. Ah. For a moment her migraine vaporized. Perhaps she'd be able to stomach this after all.Â
Then a second bowl was placed right in front of Pig, a bowl of meat shaped neatly by hand into red, bloody-looing balls that seemed to fit right into a human palm. The little one looked eager already, sniffing, snorting, squirming. Avis seized her chance and, reaching into the meat bowl, plucked up one of these, positioning its unwelcome stickiness properly in her hand before lifting it to the baby behemoth.Â
"Nibbles for our tibbles!" Avis offered in an awkwardly lilting, singsong tone. "Will this your fancy tickle, you porky little pickle? Aaaaaaaaaahhhh."
Rhymes and songs worked for children; might they not work similarly for this stubborn little carnivore? She had fallen low indeed. Yes, Steel might find in her a good student.Â
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