No amount of training in the martial disciplines could have prepared Steel for the surprise of Avis' children's rhyme at the baby behemoth. It completely caught her unawares, frozen in shock as she struggled to not throw her head back in laughter lest she offend the Hyur, who was very clearly trying to win the purple bundle's good graces.
She fought with all the might of her propriety to not laugh.
She wasn't completely successful, as she instead had let slip a tittering "Gfuuhuuhuu..." noise.
Her features immediately deadpanned after the sound escaped her lips, hoping beyond all rational thought that the chuckle wasn't heard.
The behemoth, however, seemed to react. Either to the soft couplet coming from Avis or--more likely--the balled meat treat that rested lightly in her fingers. She watched, a smile slowly growing upon her lips as the pork loin leaned forward and once....twice....thrice made moves to the meateor before shrinking back in to the pen her armored arms had formed for him, jaw working madly at the food as if it had never been treated before.
"Ah! See that! There y'go! Good boy, Eggpla--er, whatever yer name is. Goood...see? She's a good sort. She's good. Yeeeees...."
Whatever scene Avis may have made with her children's song in feeding a bright purple baby behemoth would perhaps be lost to passers-by as a giant Roegadyn woman continued to coddle and stroke its Mohawk-fur. Suddenly, her axe probably could have been made of sponge cake and fondant for all anyone knew.
She fought with all the might of her propriety to not laugh.
She wasn't completely successful, as she instead had let slip a tittering "Gfuuhuuhuu..." noise.
Her features immediately deadpanned after the sound escaped her lips, hoping beyond all rational thought that the chuckle wasn't heard.
The behemoth, however, seemed to react. Either to the soft couplet coming from Avis or--more likely--the balled meat treat that rested lightly in her fingers. She watched, a smile slowly growing upon her lips as the pork loin leaned forward and once....twice....thrice made moves to the meateor before shrinking back in to the pen her armored arms had formed for him, jaw working madly at the food as if it had never been treated before.
"Ah! See that! There y'go! Good boy, Eggpla--er, whatever yer name is. Goood...see? She's a good sort. She's good. Yeeeees...."
Whatever scene Avis may have made with her children's song in feeding a bright purple baby behemoth would perhaps be lost to passers-by as a giant Roegadyn woman continued to coddle and stroke its Mohawk-fur. Suddenly, her axe probably could have been made of sponge cake and fondant for all anyone knew.
