Meeting in Noble District

(Missed the beginning)

"Annnneeeeye-ah-eeeyewuhlalwuhslub!" Mittens continues singing until she's poked at, which provokes a reflex jolt that sits her upright. The hand not weighed down by the wine jug flails awkwardly as she tries to retain some balance and she shrieks, "CURLAH!" Which, granted, isn't the answer to Aithil's questions at all. The pig's ears twitch and he stops there, looking back at the halfling tottering atop him questioningly. He must be CURLAH!

Shagara says, "The little person is drunk. Must've had a thimble too much to drink." She says before squatting down and petting the pig.....right there on the head...."

Morgan nods "I do not like getting drunk, as I have done far worse." said as she shows the spot to scratch on a pigs head and back that they really love the most.

<OOC> Shagara afks for a bit.

Aithil yelps and floats back again at the shriek from the small halfling. A blink and she crouches down, though she's still floating off of the ground as she leans closer toward Mittens and floats forward. She's not closer to eye-height with the halfling at least as she tilts her head to the side. "I like your hat." She says with a smile, seeming far more amused than anything else.

Mittens's hat is screwed down below her ears and practically level with her mouth so she can't see anything. Not Aithil, nor Shagara and not Morgan either. But, she hears a compliment so laboriously pulls the jug up into her lap, puts a tiny hand to either side of it and holds it out to the dawn elf. "Ahnananan ing." She mumbles while the pig enjoys all those sweet, sweet scritches and pets. It's a good thing his top half is relatively clean, it's midway down and below that's all crusty dried mud.

Morgan chuckles as the big piggy is leaning in to the back scratch "sandy blah sandy bleh beagle bleh bleh blah bleh blah beagle" she asks the halfling in her own language. <unknown>

<OOC> Aithil diiiiies, "bleh beagle blrgl beagle beagle bleh bleh bleep bleh blrgl blah"

<OOC> Morgan says, "I love that"

<OOC> Mittens laughs.

Aithil reaches out and - rather carefully - takes the wine. She gives it a sniff... a crinkle of her nose as she tilts her head to look at Mittens, "Thank you?" She sloshes the bottle a little as if she drank some - not like the halfling can see anyway! - and passes it back with a smile. A glance over toward Morgan, a raise of her eyebrow with a good measure of curiosity.

Sadly, it's impossible to tell if Mittens is speaking her first language or still slaughtering common. It's all beagle bleh bleh blrgls when she replies to Morgan, but when the jug is back in hand, she offers it to the half-elf too. "Ing!" She prompts while giving the wine a shake that nearly slides the jug out of her hands entirely.

Morgan pretend to take a drink and gives it back "blrgl blrgl blrgl beagle bleep sandy beagle beagle sandy bleh" said to her elven friend. but switches back to commn 'We should get you some help. Lets get her and her buddy to a bed to sleep it off.' <unknown>

Aithil gives a little eyebrow wiggle to Morgan, a shake of her head and she looks back toward Mittens quickly, a smidge of extra color, "Well, I think you're about as cute as your little piggy." The elf gives a wider smile, and then a tilt of her head, "So, what is it then? Are you really quite drunk, my new adorable friend with her cute piggy?"

<OOC> Shagara thuds.

That jug is so slippery. When Mittens gets it back she hugs it close and tucks her chin in to put her mouth on the opening. Of course, she hasn't lungs powerful enough to suck wine up like that, but she tries a few times before realizing the futility of it, or simply forgetting what she was doing. There's a disappointed aw sound from under her hat. Then, suddenly, her head snaps back and she shrieks, "CURLAH! AVENSHUR!" The pig grunts dutifully and begins to trot off while the halfling reaches up and waves roughly towards the nice people. "DOODLEDOOO!" And, she's off.

<OOC> Mittens says, "Time to make dinnah. Thanks for the fun :D"

<OOC> Shagarawavies.

<OOC> Morgan says, "laters"

<OOC> Aithil says, "It was great RPing with you mittens! :D"

Shagara says, "That was......amusing." She then shrugs a bit. "Amusing talking pig with a lump on it's back.""

<OOC> Mittens says, "doodledoo"

Mittens has left.

Mittens goes OOC.

Morgan stands up to ger giant four foot ten height "Well she is enjoying life."

Aithil is snickering, and that then turns into a giggle as she sees the little one trying to suck up the wine. She begins to slowly shake her head from side-to-side, "You are, decidely, very drunk." A sigh and then there's the shriek!

See, Mittens isn't the only one to shriek, Aithil does too as she stumbles and falls backward. Thankfully as she's shrieking and falling, she still keeps off the ground as the bewildered elf wastches off after the pig continuing along.

Morgan sees her friend stumbling in a comical fashion but she runs to help stop her as she trys to place her arms to ceatch her.

Shagara looks over to Aithil and tilts her head. "it startled you, hm?" She says with a smile. "She made me jump too.....just not as big as you, it seems...."

Aithil finds herself caught by the half-elf, looking back and up at her. She smiles at her a bit sheepishly, and her color flushes, "Thank you." She says it in her Sil language with the flow of her words. <sildanyari>

A glance back to Shagara as she's righted and able to regain her balance on the invisible force that holds her off the ground. She waffles her head from side-to-side and then nods, "Yeah. Just a little." She looks after Mittens, "She has very large lungs for someone her size."

Morgan gives a wink to Aithil and then says "where I am from we have what they call a half route. And I always loved when they would visit the area."

Shagara says, "it almost sounds like you were from Elvengate. I hear that place actually has elves and humans living together. I wouldn't know. I lived in a Monastery on the Sky Curtain Mountains until recently.""

A glance toward Morgan again, a quick jerk of her head away as Aithil's eyes look toward Shagara instead, "Err, AH! Yes! Oh the Sky Curtain mountains? Sounds nice.

"I think I've heard of Elvengate too!" Aithil reaches up and smooths out her hair again-and again, "Is that where you're from?" She's asking Morgan but she's looking at Shagara.

Morgan shakes her head "No I am from Knelha village, its about 6 days north of here on foot." the last part is said in a maner of how she gotten here her self. "I know little of my real parents, and where they fully are from."

Shagara says, "it's a place to start then." She then pats Morgan on the shoulder. "I have a bit of a jog to get back to the monastery...so I'll see you all soon.""

Morgan smiles to the pat "well may the day keep you well."

Aithil stares at Shagara, tilting her head, "I guess they aren't that nice then." Her voice a bit flag as she slides a bit back from the both of them - hovering off the ground still. A quick glance to Morgan and then back to Shagara, she gives a raise of her hand, "Enjoy the jog then!"

Shagara says, "May the White Disc shine in your dreams. and I am Shagara, Acolyte in the Order of the Thinning Veil." She then starts her run...."

<OOC> Morgan says, "brb"

Shagara has disconnected.