Private Tales Differences Big And Small

[Ruka Kargatal]

Poke, poke, poke, Ispir was a funny drunk, so Ruka's thoughts went. Thinking it all adorable, she watched as he rubbed his nose and fixed his cap and poked her arm and half-hugged himself. The raki was already warming his belly very well! Good for him! Ruka knew well it took a lot of raki (and a lot of silver!) for her to become fun drunk; ogre-made swill got her drunker faster, and cost less, but had an awful taste.

"Do not fearing! I do go with you; I am wanting to see, but also to keeping you safe if the musicing is not enough. And I can putting you on my shoulders too, if we are needing to."

Ruka's eyes glittered with wonder. She took hold of the near-finished bottle of raki and half-lifted it, saying before she would drink the rest, "Imagining if it is true, if beasts can be soothing with lyre or flute or drum! Maybe it is not true all the time, but even some of the time being...wow! Very amazing! Music can do what muscle cannot! I am very curious to see!"

Ispir Sione

 

[Ispir Sione]

Ispir would nod perhaps a few too many times at Ruka's words. His mind bubbly in a fun way and not the sicky way. Slowly rising from his chair Ispir would circle the table and, hiccupping a soft chirp of a noise, would gently take one of Ruka's hands in both of his own. Grinning a massive grin up at her as he tugged at her.

"Yeeeees. C'mooon then Ruka! I be-.... bet I can play something to knock your socks off!"

Ispir would titter a small, uneven giggle before blinking and squinting his eyes up at Ruka uncertainly.

"W-Wait... do you even wear socks?"

It never occurred to the inebriated bard to simply look down and check even as he continued to try and lead Ruka out of the bar for their promised adventure!

Ruka Kargatal​

 

[Ruka Kargatal]

Ruka would have stood at Ispir's prompting, but instead she gasped, and she reflexively wrenched her hands (even as Ispir was holding and tugging at one of them) to her chest, clapping them to the brass torque she wore in a grand gesture of wonder.

"You can playing me out of my socks!?"

A pause, and her smile and genial added in some informative tone, and she answered:

"Oh yes! I am wearing socks!"



Ispir Sione

 

[Ispir Sione]

Ruka was very big.

Ruka was very strong.

Ispir, by contrast, is very small and very light.

As Ruka pulled her hands toward herself she brought Ispir with them quite easily. Up over the table but, surprised by suddenly being turned into a human projectile, Ispir's grip would release and he would slide from Ruka's grasp. As Ruka confirmed she was, in fact, wearing socks Ispir confirmed that the floor was, in fact, very hard and painful to land on. Flopping beside the bar face-down and groaning for a moment before calling back to Ruka in a muffled, pained voice.

"I'm okay!"

Spoiler: Crash Landing

Ruka Kargatal​

 

[Ruka Kargatal]

"Oops!" said Ruka, truly noticing Ispir's plight after mentioning that she was wearing socks. "I was not meaning to do that!"

She stood up. "But you are okay, and that is being good! Let me fixing the mess I have making!"

Ruka squatted down and clutched his sides and with an excess of ease lifted him and set him on his feet once more. "Very good. Come, Ispir! I must going to my home, and fetching my battleaxe, and other things we will be needing for some travel."

The best place to go looking for bears would be to the north, in the forested foothills of the spine. Most of the times bears were a big surprise, showing up when one was not looking for nor wanting to see them; funnily, even if she and Ispir were looking for them, they might not be lucky in the first days. Food and snacks would be needed! And other things. But food and snacks! Ogres were nothing if not possessed of mighty stomachs.

Ispir Sione

 

[Ispir Sione]

Upon being lifted back to his feet Ispir would shake his head and blink his eyes, his vision clearing after a moment. Once his twin tails had stopped swaying from the motions anyways. Rubbing his eyes to finish clearing his head Ispir would glance up at Ruka Kargatal as she mentioned going home to retrieve her battleaxe. A sentiment that made the idea of searching out a bear seem much less terrifying.

Nodding his head Ispir would smile and take Ruka's hand, or at least, grip her much larger hand with his as best he could. His smile would turn into a cheeky grin as he met Ruka's gaze and nodded.

"Alright Ruka, lead the way! And don't worry, I'll keep you nice and safe."

He would giggle good-naturedly, cheeks blooming with the remnants of his inebriated happiness. He had no idea where Ruka lived, after all, and was perhaps still a bit out of it from his crash landing and lingering buzz.​