Avis only faintly registered the Roegadyn lady's amusement and the Miqo'te's next quirky social blunder. She was rather absorbed in the queer, new pleasantness that was the baby behemoth's moist breath tickling her palm as he finally plucked the morsel from her hand on the third try. The Hyur bent and tilted her head slightly to observe Pig's decisive chewing movements with a scientist's fascination. How simple and instinctual an animal's relish was - though this rotund purple curiosity continued to perplex her so.Â
She heard Momodi's voice before she saw her - the proprietess had seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Avis grimaced. She should've kept the hood on, though that might have increased the chances of suffocation in typical Ul'dahn crowds in her current state. Only her hair (rather disheveled by now) falling in front of her face as she watched Pig kept Momodi from instantly knowing the absent recalcitrant Ingram girl for who she was, but recognition was only a matter of time now.
So she raised her chin and gave Momodi one of her big girlish grins of old. There the Lalafell lady stood in all her familiar, auburn, maternal glory, and Avis felt a great rush of affection for her - she hadn't been this close to her in a long while. Though she'd found reasons (and excuses) to return to the city twice in the past few months, she had always managed to successfully conceal her identity in the Quicksand with a hood and the fortunate fact that the reputable tavern brimmed with passing adventurers - there were always new faces around.Â
Besides, that family affair was old news by now.Â
"Good day, Momodi. It seems you have quite a handful to deal with today," Avis said, as though it was the most natural thing in the world for an Ingram, who'd a year ago left declaring that she would have nothing more to do with Ul'dah, to be sitting here enjoying the company of Steel and Miko while stroking someone else's baby Gran. For that was what she was doing now, her touch featherlight on his head, the way she'd seen Steel do it, while he indulged messily in an edenic playground of... meateors, was it?
Momodi's eyes widened; Avis kept her smile bright, praying that the Lalafell would focus on Steel's question and save her other questions for later.
Especially if one of them pertained to her abysmal singing performance.Â
She heard Momodi's voice before she saw her - the proprietess had seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Avis grimaced. She should've kept the hood on, though that might have increased the chances of suffocation in typical Ul'dahn crowds in her current state. Only her hair (rather disheveled by now) falling in front of her face as she watched Pig kept Momodi from instantly knowing the absent recalcitrant Ingram girl for who she was, but recognition was only a matter of time now.
So she raised her chin and gave Momodi one of her big girlish grins of old. There the Lalafell lady stood in all her familiar, auburn, maternal glory, and Avis felt a great rush of affection for her - she hadn't been this close to her in a long while. Though she'd found reasons (and excuses) to return to the city twice in the past few months, she had always managed to successfully conceal her identity in the Quicksand with a hood and the fortunate fact that the reputable tavern brimmed with passing adventurers - there were always new faces around.Â
Besides, that family affair was old news by now.Â
"Good day, Momodi. It seems you have quite a handful to deal with today," Avis said, as though it was the most natural thing in the world for an Ingram, who'd a year ago left declaring that she would have nothing more to do with Ul'dah, to be sitting here enjoying the company of Steel and Miko while stroking someone else's baby Gran. For that was what she was doing now, her touch featherlight on his head, the way she'd seen Steel do it, while he indulged messily in an edenic playground of... meateors, was it?
Momodi's eyes widened; Avis kept her smile bright, praying that the Lalafell would focus on Steel's question and save her other questions for later.
Especially if one of them pertained to her abysmal singing performance.Â
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