After the mess that'd been made of the place by the previous group of patrons, Atla had plenty to do to get the place fixed up. I just hope the next group of patrons doesn't include anything TOO crazy . . . oh, well. I doubt they could be worse than the crowd I heard trashed the Drunken Chocobo . . . I hope. It was not entirely without trepidation that the little moogle flew over to the door and flipped the sign so those passing on the street could see that it read "OPEN". Here goes nothing . . .
Claws clicked and clacked, sending resounding strikes towards any ears that happened to be near. The night was crisp and clean; breezes from the mountains came down, breathing new life into the terrain below. The Burmecian drew her red tunic closer around her waist, as rebel strands of hair dared to release themselves from the confines of her headband. A resounding "Kwee!" escaped the beak of a heavily-burdened Chocobo. "I told you before, we're not lost, Pico, it's just-dark. We'll get to Lindblum soon" the Burmecian patted the downy feathers of her assistant. The plumes on Pico's neck were unexplicably soft, and her hand sank in with ease. The Chocobo squawed with delight and closed its eyes in reverie. Yeni had a strange intuition. She had Pico since childhood and never left without him. She felt Pico's fear as much as she realized her own follies. They WERE hopelessly lost. Trees loomed ominously over them, sending eerie, spindled shadows across the foliage-littered landscape. Crickets and the occasional call of those thieving Gimme-Cats saturated the air. Plodding along the beaten path, a dark shadow loomed over them, shrouded in a thin veil of mist. Closer,closer,closer. A moogle furrowed his brow in pensation, a small wooden hammer clutched in his chubby hand. With his other hand, he scratched the top of his head, continuing to scrutinize his handiwork. "Excuse me" "KUPO!!??" The little pink creature jumped in surprise. His hammer plopped to the floor. "It's not right to sneak up on others like that, kupo!" the moogle huffed irritatedly. He wiggled his bottom and frowned. "Well I'm sorry" Yeni said sympathetically, she knew how scary it could be out here. "I was just wondering if you could point me back in the right direction to Lindblum. You see, I attend magery school, and I am trying to make it back home for a visit." The moogle scowled. Yeni had known moogles before, but this little one certainly had a vexed attitude. "So, you want to be a mage, kupo? Well good luck with that." he spoke sarcastically. "Well, you're going the right way now, but you won't make it before morning, kupo." Yeni inspected the sign that the moogle was so fixated upon. "The Tipsy Moogle?" "Haven't you heard of it, kupo?" The moogle huffed. "Well, no I haven't" The pink mass of fur extended a chubby finger to faint, flickering lights coming from a tavern. "hmmm, seems like I should inspect the place" Yeni stated "Come on, Pico...oh, and thank you" she spoke to the moogle. "humph" the moogle stated, getting back to his duties. With Pico safely taken to stable, and her tail placed in a seat, Yeni sat and sighed a long elation. Sudies in magery aren't something that scared her, but she always hated going on long trips alone. The low hum of conversation kept the atmosphere alive around a hot, crackling fire. "What'll it be?" a burly bartender inquired. "Milk, a glass of milk will be fine please." Yeni answered.
Last Edit: Nov 23, 2007 19:58:29 GMT by channagirl