He had watched in something intermingling awe, disgust, and outright amusement. After all, it wasn't everyday that a crowd gathers in the rain to watch giant efts charge people down, steal eggs, bathe interlopers in bile, and then run off in a cascade of slimy skin and thrashing tails. He felt especially bad for the petite one who got that close up tongue bath.
Wait... He took another dozen steps forward as the crowd began to file closer towards the springs and the resort area itself, following the little clutch of females that had gotten the worst of the Eft assault. Was that.... Lady Milburga?
Now, what a story that could make.
Since the bow no longer seemed necessary, he plodded on along the sodden road, in time to hear the punchy Elezen chatting at the others; however, any of his usual snappy patter was suddenly stifled at the sight of the familiar midlander woman and her slime-covered garments, and at the smell that wafted towards him, obvious even in the rain, which caught his breath before he could make use of any. He was barely able to clear his throat, suddenly hoping he could brand the view upon his memory.
Wait... He took another dozen steps forward as the crowd began to file closer towards the springs and the resort area itself, following the little clutch of females that had gotten the worst of the Eft assault. Was that.... Lady Milburga?
Now, what a story that could make.
Since the bow no longer seemed necessary, he plodded on along the sodden road, in time to hear the punchy Elezen chatting at the others; however, any of his usual snappy patter was suddenly stifled at the sight of the familiar midlander woman and her slime-covered garments, and at the smell that wafted towards him, obvious even in the rain, which caught his breath before he could make use of any. He was barely able to clear his throat, suddenly hoping he could brand the view upon his memory.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."