01.Mar.12, 09:47 AM
She probably could have sighed at him, but in the end that would likely be a waste of breath. How could he say he would be good and then nuzzle into her like she was some kind of a comfort object? And he actually asked her if she wanted to go drinking with him? "And just what are we going to drink, Farlint?" The question was reasonable, if she did say-so herself. After all, the last of the Benden was probably spilled all over the ground. Speaking of which...
Jada reached out with her foot, feeling over the ground gingerly for the object which had struck her on the head. It probably hadn't gone far, and she wanted to try and pick it up. There was no reason why they should leave it lying in the dirt just because it was 'dark' outside. Picking something up didn't require much extra effort. And maybe her companion would appreciate it when he was sober again!
The Harper circled slowly, gingerly.
Jada reached out with her foot, feeling over the ground gingerly for the object which had struck her on the head. It probably hadn't gone far, and she wanted to try and pick it up. There was no reason why they should leave it lying in the dirt just because it was 'dark' outside. Picking something up didn't require much extra effort. And maybe her companion would appreciate it when he was sober again!
The Harper circled slowly, gingerly.