A few got the bright idea to try pelting Snowdrop. Some goblins, not finding a good place to give their gifts, tossed them up to Snowdrop. Snowdrop couldn’t carry a lot of things, even with Avery suppressing that Lost tendency, but she could stow things in a personal area, and she’d have her own quarters after this. Maybe a few minor goblin magic items, of the lowest quality. Offerings were put forward, where the trash fire didn’t reach. “Let’s see your shitty offerings!” Tatty screeched. Avery discreetly did the coughing for Snowdrop. Not really dressing up, but that seemed to be the point.Īvery could feel Snowdrop suppressing a cough as the smoke reached the upper part of the room, and pulled on the familiar bond. She wore a jacket over it that recurred and seemed to have more patches on it every time Avery saw it, headphones with the extended, opossum-ear rims around the earpieces, kept around the neck, and torn up old shoes that were perpetually unlaced, but never seemed to trip her up. ![]() ‘Ticking and Screaming’ was emblazoned on the front. She was wearing a t-shirt dress with black leggings underneath. The fire framed the stray hairs that stuck up and away from her head. ![]() Snowdrop sat atop a precarious pile of furniture- sitting in a chair with legs crossed, hands gripping ankles, given an ominous light. ![]() The orange-red light and thick black smoke filled the back rooms of Toadswallow’s speakeasy. “It’s fine, my dear,” Toadswallow told her, reaching up over his head to pat her arm. “Please don’t baptize my opossum in bin juice,” Avery muttered.
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