( They're revealing, traditions. Ourselves, our history, and she thinks of Marina. All-Mer, please be safe.
There's no time for that worry to be entirely too apparent, cut off by an odd, skittering clatter. tap-tap-tap-tap, slow at first, and then speeding up. Abella looks puzzled, glancing at Gwenaëlle with her brow furrowed before leaning out into the hall.
It is then that a tradition reveals itself, sliding into the office. A pinecone with sticks for legs. Or, at least, something alarmingly similar to a pinecone with sticks for legs, and Abella stares at it, baffled. )
Pinecone pig?
( A look to her new acquaintance - are they friends, yet? - then back to the creature, and back to Gwenaëlle, before she's staring at the new arrival because, well, who wouldn't. )
It's-- my pinecone pig is alive? Or-- animated?
( What is happening.
Pinecone pig twirls, more akin to a puppy than, well, a pinecone, and rears up to rest its stick forelegs on Abella's boot. Again, a puppy eager for pats - its body language suggests a wagging tail, even without the tail. )
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There's no time for that worry to be entirely too apparent, cut off by an odd, skittering clatter. tap-tap-tap-tap, slow at first, and then speeding up. Abella looks puzzled, glancing at Gwenaëlle with her brow furrowed before leaning out into the hall.
It is then that a tradition reveals itself, sliding into the office. A pinecone with sticks for legs. Or, at least, something alarmingly similar to a pinecone with sticks for legs, and Abella stares at it, baffled. )
Pinecone pig?
( A look to her new acquaintance - are they friends, yet? - then back to the creature, and back to Gwenaëlle, before she's staring at the new arrival because, well, who wouldn't. )
It's-- my pinecone pig is alive? Or-- animated?
( What is happening.
Pinecone pig twirls, more akin to a puppy than, well, a pinecone, and rears up to rest its stick forelegs on Abella's boot. Again, a puppy eager for pats - its body language suggests a wagging tail, even without the tail. )