A variety of things had conspired to make Avis cross paths with the purple piglet that day - if 'cross paths' was the right term for it, for she'd practically tripped over the creature. The first of these was fatigue - Avis might have lived in the city for more than twenty years, but this was her virgin experience adventuring out in Thanalan's relentless heat for hours. The second of these: an empty bottle. The third: a scheduled post-hunting appointment with an accursed chiromancer who sat, apparently guilelessly, on stairs near the Ruby Road Exchange.Â
Curiosity had gotten the better of Avis, as usual. She was already late. The fledgling adventurer clambered up with leaden feet and a pair of mildly-trembling hands. Ignoring the light-headedness that was beginning to set in Avis had sat down and gotten her palms read. Her hands were shaking more in the fortune teller's ring wizened ones, though that had little to do with dread at the dire fates that apparently awaited her in the lines of her palm. Â
So the afternoon found a hooded Avis muttering into her palms as she left, picked herself up and stumbled, rather, in the general direction of the Quicksand through the crowd - where, it was to be hoped, she would find substantial drink and morsel available with what gil remained after the fortune teller.Â
"Four children? By the gods. Delightful." Inward eye-roll, rinse, repeat. "Not the same as what the other said last time..."Â
Then a commotion. Shouts, sudden movements. Shoulders. Too invested in her palms, and feeling very faint indeed, Avis did not notice the huge one that came her way, knocking her lightly off her feet. She staggered and thudded awkwardly onto the floor, struggling for control of her limbs - then there was a purple flash, a thud against a thigh, and, wonders of wonders, a baby behemoth's wide behind centimetres from her knee, someone nearby attempting to catch hold of it.
Avis stared at it and smiled widely, wearily.Â
"I'll have you for lunch then," she said, sighing. "After my four children."
[OOC: mild edits to accommodate changes - you two are fast! (;]Â
Curiosity had gotten the better of Avis, as usual. She was already late. The fledgling adventurer clambered up with leaden feet and a pair of mildly-trembling hands. Ignoring the light-headedness that was beginning to set in Avis had sat down and gotten her palms read. Her hands were shaking more in the fortune teller's ring wizened ones, though that had little to do with dread at the dire fates that apparently awaited her in the lines of her palm. Â
So the afternoon found a hooded Avis muttering into her palms as she left, picked herself up and stumbled, rather, in the general direction of the Quicksand through the crowd - where, it was to be hoped, she would find substantial drink and morsel available with what gil remained after the fortune teller.Â
"Four children? By the gods. Delightful." Inward eye-roll, rinse, repeat. "Not the same as what the other said last time..."Â
Then a commotion. Shouts, sudden movements. Shoulders. Too invested in her palms, and feeling very faint indeed, Avis did not notice the huge one that came her way, knocking her lightly off her feet. She staggered and thudded awkwardly onto the floor, struggling for control of her limbs - then there was a purple flash, a thud against a thigh, and, wonders of wonders, a baby behemoth's wide behind centimetres from her knee, someone nearby attempting to catch hold of it.
Avis stared at it and smiled widely, wearily.Â
"I'll have you for lunch then," she said, sighing. "After my four children."
[OOC: mild edits to accommodate changes - you two are fast! (;]Â
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