Of course the excellent Momodi knew her instantly. Avis had to admit that that was quite the relief; there was something welcome about finally re-connecting with at least a single denizen of Ul'dah - Momodi being one of its best - instead of moving in shadows all the time. Still, explanations were troublesome, and she preferred her characteristic inconsistency to be kept under wraps.Â
The game was up. "Just passing through, Momodi, though nothing could keep me from you and your establishment for long," Avis said lightly as her fingers continued trailing through Gran's bristly fur. She wasn't exactly lying on all of those points, though now she wore a queer expression that the experienced would translate unquestionably into a single word: Â Later.
She turned her attention back to Gran, who was actually responding positively to her ministrations. Avis marveled once again at how easy animals were to please. Was Sir Fabuli like this? Was a good bucket of feed every morning all that established his loyalty to her? Â She reflected on this as, emboldened, her strokes grew more assured, even running along his ears. Still, it didn't make her think less of the creature. It was actually... endearing.Â
"Look, Steel, Miko," Avis breathed, entirely focused on Gran's movements, "look at how strange he is - this perturbable - piggy - Â sweetheart."
...had she actually said that?
The game was up. "Just passing through, Momodi, though nothing could keep me from you and your establishment for long," Avis said lightly as her fingers continued trailing through Gran's bristly fur. She wasn't exactly lying on all of those points, though now she wore a queer expression that the experienced would translate unquestionably into a single word: Â Later.
She turned her attention back to Gran, who was actually responding positively to her ministrations. Avis marveled once again at how easy animals were to please. Was Sir Fabuli like this? Was a good bucket of feed every morning all that established his loyalty to her? Â She reflected on this as, emboldened, her strokes grew more assured, even running along his ears. Still, it didn't make her think less of the creature. It was actually... endearing.Â
"Look, Steel, Miko," Avis breathed, entirely focused on Gran's movements, "look at how strange he is - this perturbable - piggy - Â sweetheart."
...had she actually said that?
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