Steel doubled over in front of the open lift doors, the points of her axe clinking against the stone as she gasped for breath. Running in the midday sun was never smart. Running in the midday sun laden with full armor after a hyper piggy? Less smart.
She tried to offer her best smile to the lift attendant, getting out a breathless word of thanks before turning to the confused--and likely getting annoyed--group of people standing in the lift. Her manner was as professional as possible. Her delivery was interspersed with gasps for oxygen to steady her hammering heart rate.
"Pardon th'commotion, folks. I'm just...huugh...I'm lookin' for...for a baby piggy. A...a purple...bloody hell...a purple behemoth. I think 'e boarded....this lift...huh..."
As she spoke, Steel lowered her axe to the ground and sunk to all fours. It was the most untoward sight to anyone who wasn't directly engaged with the situation, a seven fulm tall woman, kowtowing to the lift in apparent praise, backside in the air and face near the ground as she tried to pick out purple among the feet and shins of the elevator's boarders.
"Has...is he in there? Anyone see 'im? C'mere, little guy! C'mere, it's yer...uh....it's yer momma!"
Steel winced in mental pain as the display she was putting on just struck her. Ah well....maybe a suitor would take notice of her form and buy her a drink later. She'd need several by day's end.
She tried to offer her best smile to the lift attendant, getting out a breathless word of thanks before turning to the confused--and likely getting annoyed--group of people standing in the lift. Her manner was as professional as possible. Her delivery was interspersed with gasps for oxygen to steady her hammering heart rate.
"Pardon th'commotion, folks. I'm just...huugh...I'm lookin' for...for a baby piggy. A...a purple...bloody hell...a purple behemoth. I think 'e boarded....this lift...huh..."
As she spoke, Steel lowered her axe to the ground and sunk to all fours. It was the most untoward sight to anyone who wasn't directly engaged with the situation, a seven fulm tall woman, kowtowing to the lift in apparent praise, backside in the air and face near the ground as she tried to pick out purple among the feet and shins of the elevator's boarders.
"Has...is he in there? Anyone see 'im? C'mere, little guy! C'mere, it's yer...uh....it's yer momma!"
Steel winced in mental pain as the display she was putting on just struck her. Ah well....maybe a suitor would take notice of her form and buy her a drink later. She'd need several by day's end.
