12-12-2019, 06:02 PM
Gifts were a foreign concept to Abathur, similar to how an animal like giraffes were foreign to him - he knew vaguely of the concept, but if you asked him any details he would likely make an excuse and scuttle off to read up on it. It made sense, of course; he hadn't spent a lot of time around people yet, so he hadn't really ever gotten a gift, much less given one (as far as he understood it, typically one was given gifts at a young age, probably to nurture a sense of charity and sort of influence them into wanting to take care of their parents when they withered - again, as far as he understood it).
As such, the spider was relatively bemused when Leroy shouted to the heavens and to the streets about some sort of Gift Gala. Nothing he had heard about; maybe he was just not considered important enough to have the information, or maybe it was some sort of yearly tradition that nobody talked about because of how obvious it was that it was going to happen. He would have to ask someone important - maybe that fellow who was in charge of this event, and resembled heavily the Leroy he had heard so much about.
The spider crawled into the tavern, eyes bombarded with all the holiday cheer and gay colors that could possibly be stuffed into a glorified bar, making a concerted effort to ignore all the cookies and the people and focus on finding Leroy - which was easy, it turned out, since he was near the big tree, and the big Aurum - his quarry found, he would slip forward with purpose, standing near Leroy with a question already grumbling out. "Greetings; what is 'Gift Gala'?" Straight and to the point, forgetting the possibility that people, that Leroy, might get freaked out by the giant spider suddenly in his face.
As such, the spider was relatively bemused when Leroy shouted to the heavens and to the streets about some sort of Gift Gala. Nothing he had heard about; maybe he was just not considered important enough to have the information, or maybe it was some sort of yearly tradition that nobody talked about because of how obvious it was that it was going to happen. He would have to ask someone important - maybe that fellow who was in charge of this event, and resembled heavily the Leroy he had heard so much about.
The spider crawled into the tavern, eyes bombarded with all the holiday cheer and gay colors that could possibly be stuffed into a glorified bar, making a concerted effort to ignore all the cookies and the people and focus on finding Leroy - which was easy, it turned out, since he was near the big tree, and the big Aurum - his quarry found, he would slip forward with purpose, standing near Leroy with a question already grumbling out. "Greetings; what is 'Gift Gala'?" Straight and to the point, forgetting the possibility that people, that Leroy, might get freaked out by the giant spider suddenly in his face.
tags - "speech"