Avis withdrew her hand from Gran and stared after Momodi fondly as she left their table. She did owe the good lady an explanation, a story or two, before she departed again. They would have much to talk about - over Momodi's best brew - of that she was sure.Â
She turned back to Steel, whose dramatic pronouncement of their day's duties revealed barely restrained delight at the prospect of a few hours more with 'Gran-boy'. (What would she do when the time for parting came?) Avis smiled, awash in the easy merriment of fresh new kinships, and her mind spun with ideas and memories. "The Chocobo Stables," she suggested, reciting the first few places that came to mind. "Gran might meet more like-minded friends of the beaked kind. Or we could take Gran and Miko on a fountain-bath trip and annoy some guards. Or... haul all of us over some tricky terrain for the best secret views of the city." Her eyes closed for a moment as she recalled a childhood spent scraping her palms and snagging her best dresses through splintered stalls and peeling alleyways.Â
She leaned forward and picked up a fork, adding, with a new note of regret - bitterness? - in her tone, "I'd prefer to avoid the Gold Court or any of the red-carpeted areas, though it's far more likely for Miko to spot a member of royalty there rather than here."
Avis reached for one of the meat morsels and popped it into her mouth in some satisfaction. Ul'dahn meats - drier, sharper, a spicy sensation to the unaccustomed tongue. Her appetite had not yet returned, but she knew what was good for her. Best to stock up, even if that might mean an even heavier head while they clambered through their city with a restless baby behemoth. But perhaps the second round of meat might lull him to sleep too?
She turned back to Steel, whose dramatic pronouncement of their day's duties revealed barely restrained delight at the prospect of a few hours more with 'Gran-boy'. (What would she do when the time for parting came?) Avis smiled, awash in the easy merriment of fresh new kinships, and her mind spun with ideas and memories. "The Chocobo Stables," she suggested, reciting the first few places that came to mind. "Gran might meet more like-minded friends of the beaked kind. Or we could take Gran and Miko on a fountain-bath trip and annoy some guards. Or... haul all of us over some tricky terrain for the best secret views of the city." Her eyes closed for a moment as she recalled a childhood spent scraping her palms and snagging her best dresses through splintered stalls and peeling alleyways.Â
She leaned forward and picked up a fork, adding, with a new note of regret - bitterness? - in her tone, "I'd prefer to avoid the Gold Court or any of the red-carpeted areas, though it's far more likely for Miko to spot a member of royalty there rather than here."
Avis reached for one of the meat morsels and popped it into her mouth in some satisfaction. Ul'dahn meats - drier, sharper, a spicy sensation to the unaccustomed tongue. Her appetite had not yet returned, but she knew what was good for her. Best to stock up, even if that might mean an even heavier head while they clambered through their city with a restless baby behemoth. But perhaps the second round of meat might lull him to sleep too?
[sub]Avis Inkwood | Qara Qalli
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