( Ellana manages to carry the nug, not full grown quite yet, tucked up under her good arm. It'd shown up in camp much like the first one had, and while she'd safely rehomed that creature with Jiu (a feral enough human child to perhaps appreciate a nug as companion, she senses Leliana would approve), she now has another one.
She'd been joking, Thirteen. She didn't want nugs! She wasn't Leliana!
Clucking her tongue and shaking her head, staff strapped across her back, she continues on her way to town... passing Loki at some point, where the nug starts struggling with all its epic squirming squirminess, until she has to crouch down to not drop the poor creature on its face. )
What in the world are you on about, nug?
( The nug can't speak, only grabs at the ground with its front paws and then bolts right out of her arm, lope-hopping right at Loki. It's highly debatable if the nug realises he's there or not at the moment, only that it has determined, in all of its nugly might, that it's tired of being carried. )
Don't worry, they don't bite! ( She calls out, straightening and not bolting after the nug. She's not chasing after it like a villager in a greased pig contest, thanks! ) I'm not sure it even knows it can.
[In all honesty, Loki hadn't been paying attention to the woman wandering by, struggling with the curious creature in her arms, or what was left of one arm as it were. He'd been busy assessing a new bolt of cloth at a stand, thinking he might want a robe made from it when the shout came and he looked around for a moment before looking down when he noticed the dust being kicked up by something that was charging straight for him.
He had to admit he'd never seen anything quite like the strange creature making for him but he was immediately fascinated. Abandoning his shopping, he crouched in the creature's path, deftly catching it when it moved to evade him. The nug scrambled in his arms for a moment before he whispered something to it in a strange language, "kyrre", running his hand over its eyes. It wasn't a spell, just a calming technique he'd learned from a stable-hand once to calm skittish horses.
Once the creature stopped struggling, he looked over to the woman who'd shouted.]
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She'd been joking, Thirteen. She didn't want nugs! She wasn't Leliana!
Clucking her tongue and shaking her head, staff strapped across her back, she continues on her way to town... passing Loki at some point, where the nug starts struggling with all its epic squirming squirminess, until she has to crouch down to not drop the poor creature on its face. )
What in the world are you on about, nug?
( The nug can't speak, only grabs at the ground with its front paws and then bolts right out of her arm, lope-hopping right at Loki. It's highly debatable if the nug realises he's there or not at the moment, only that it has determined, in all of its nugly might, that it's tired of being carried. )
Don't worry, they don't bite! ( She calls out, straightening and not bolting after the nug. She's not chasing after it like a villager in a greased pig contest, thanks! ) I'm not sure it even knows it can.
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He had to admit he'd never seen anything quite like the strange creature making for him but he was immediately fascinated. Abandoning his shopping, he crouched in the creature's path, deftly catching it when it moved to evade him. The nug scrambled in his arms for a moment before he whispered something to it in a strange language, "kyrre", running his hand over its eyes. It wasn't a spell, just a calming technique he'd learned from a stable-hand once to calm skittish horses.
Once the creature stopped struggling, he looked over to the woman who'd shouted.]
I see you've lost your...whatever this is.