Steel's height and statement had its intended effect on the greenhorn waiter - he blanched and twitched perceptibly, putting Avis in mind of one of the jumpier, maladjusted dodos from Red Rooster Stead. "M-My apologies, miss, I - we - er - I'm not sure - we have nothing in the kitchens for a baby... baby... b-behemoth," he managed, his eyes widening in horror as, nearby, a round purple curiosity began its short trek up the Miqo'te's hair, and then his features contorted even more as he took in the creature's uncanny resemblance to what seemed like a kinder version of a wild boar. "Th-that's demonic," the apparent neophobe mumbled as he attempted to scoot away - but his words had not gone unheard, and the Miqo'te had chosen that moment to grab him by the sleeve.Â
Avis raised her eyebrows at the Miqo'te's request at this time of the day. Would the whiskey sedate this frisky one or send her literally up the walls of the Quicksand? And what of Steel? And so Avis's curiosity was secured. But that waiter seemed overeager to leave, and before he could make a smooth escape, Avis half-leapt after him, putting his thin wrist in a surprisingly tight grip.Â
"We're not done," she said in the sweetest tone she could manage. "Wait over here."Â
She turned now to Miko, whose outstretched hand she took quickly. "I'm Avis. I asked more questions back in my day."Â
Then, back to the waiter: "Another bottle of whiskey, please. And another glass of water for me, and this drinking skin, here," she lifted up Steel's drained water skin, "needs some fattening up. Now, that's not all. You're to give us the choicest meats and vegetables from your kitchen. If you can't remember all that, at least remember to drop word of this sweet little purple cherub here - be mindful of the terms you use or I'll ask Momodi's permission for that axe on your tongue -"Â
The waiter looked as ready to faint as Avis had been - it didn't help that Avis was clearly enjoying it. She patted his arm.Â
"- so bring us news of someone, anyone, who might be a friend of this behemoth here, and I'll tip you well."Â
Now, at last, he fled.
Then back to Miko. Avis smiled warmly at her. "Welcome to Ul'dah. Everything that's beautiful has its bite, so do be careful."
She watched idly as Steel fingered the baby behemoth's fur and hair. It was a strangely soothing sight. It struck her that holding that little purple creature in her arms might be a good way, once and for all, to verify the remote possibility of her ever being insane enough to pass four doughy Hyur bundles through her birth canal, much less one... Now, if only she could get on his good side...
Avis raised her eyebrows at the Miqo'te's request at this time of the day. Would the whiskey sedate this frisky one or send her literally up the walls of the Quicksand? And what of Steel? And so Avis's curiosity was secured. But that waiter seemed overeager to leave, and before he could make a smooth escape, Avis half-leapt after him, putting his thin wrist in a surprisingly tight grip.Â
"We're not done," she said in the sweetest tone she could manage. "Wait over here."Â
She turned now to Miko, whose outstretched hand she took quickly. "I'm Avis. I asked more questions back in my day."Â
Then, back to the waiter: "Another bottle of whiskey, please. And another glass of water for me, and this drinking skin, here," she lifted up Steel's drained water skin, "needs some fattening up. Now, that's not all. You're to give us the choicest meats and vegetables from your kitchen. If you can't remember all that, at least remember to drop word of this sweet little purple cherub here - be mindful of the terms you use or I'll ask Momodi's permission for that axe on your tongue -"Â
The waiter looked as ready to faint as Avis had been - it didn't help that Avis was clearly enjoying it. She patted his arm.Â
"- so bring us news of someone, anyone, who might be a friend of this behemoth here, and I'll tip you well."Â
Now, at last, he fled.
Then back to Miko. Avis smiled warmly at her. "Welcome to Ul'dah. Everything that's beautiful has its bite, so do be careful."
She watched idly as Steel fingered the baby behemoth's fur and hair. It was a strangely soothing sight. It struck her that holding that little purple creature in her arms might be a good way, once and for all, to verify the remote possibility of her ever being insane enough to pass four doughy Hyur bundles through her birth canal, much less one... Now, if only she could get on his good side...
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