[Ellie's on the drunker side of tipsy, and she has a mug of honey mead in her hand as she looks for a place to sit. She's not fucked up, but she is flushed, warm in the pit of her belly, and sort of wishing she was brave enough to ask someone to dance. Unfortunately, even if she were, the crutch would keep that from happening. Fuck stupid ankle injuries.
Ellie manages to find a quiet corner, with only an elf sitting on the floor. Twiddling--no, carving. That's kind of cool. She sets her crutch down on the floor, and slowly maneuvers herself so she's sitting within talking distance of the woman. Ellie's not so drunk that she'll invade the elf's space. She's not creepy.]
Hey. Sorry, I just--need a sec. [The good news is that Ellie didn't spill her mead on the way down. As much as she likes the taste, she probably shouldn't have more. The bad news is, Theseus the coywolf pads through, sniffing at the glass and taking a curious lap. She jerks her head back after only a taste, nose wrinkling in disgust.]
...You're a mutt, why'd you think you'd like that? [Ellie reaches out to pat the wolf. Theseus turns her head to peer at the elf, raven, and wood, and sniffs in their direction.]
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Ellie manages to find a quiet corner, with only an elf sitting on the floor. Twiddling--no, carving. That's kind of cool. She sets her crutch down on the floor, and slowly maneuvers herself so she's sitting within talking distance of the woman. Ellie's not so drunk that she'll invade the elf's space. She's not creepy.]
Hey. Sorry, I just--need a sec. [The good news is that Ellie didn't spill her mead on the way down. As much as she likes the taste, she probably shouldn't have more. The bad news is, Theseus the coywolf pads through, sniffing at the glass and taking a curious lap. She jerks her head back after only a taste, nose wrinkling in disgust.]
...You're a mutt, why'd you think you'd like that? [Ellie reaches out to pat the wolf. Theseus turns her head to peer at the elf, raven, and wood, and sniffs in their direction.]