In good enough spirits, despite not drinking good enough spirits.
She's hilarious, where no one can hear it, or groan. A grin cuts across her face, and she picks up the sack, tossing it over. It's not too heavy, or particularly bulky, although if it caught someone in the nose or groin it might be cause for complaint. The distinct lack of clatter probably betrays that it is definitely not silverware, 'vint or otherwise.
No. Instead, tucked away in the coarse cloth, is a miniature halla, tall enough to reach the knee - not her knee, obviously, the knees of shorter people. He may have seen the likes of it around the carnival games, padded out with cotton, wrapped up in fennec skins, posable. It's weird and charming.
omg i thought dw ate my tag AND IT WAS THERE ALL ALONG gosh darn
She's hilarious, where no one can hear it, or groan. A grin cuts across her face, and she picks up the sack, tossing it over. It's not too heavy, or particularly bulky, although if it caught someone in the nose or groin it might be cause for complaint. The distinct lack of clatter probably betrays that it is definitely not silverware, 'vint or otherwise.
No. Instead, tucked away in the coarse cloth, is a miniature halla, tall enough to reach the knee - not her knee, obviously, the knees of shorter people. He may have seen the likes of it around the carnival games, padded out with cotton, wrapped up in fennec skins, posable. It's weird and charming.
"Consolation prize."