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Wow. (nicest thing anybody has ever said to her.

uh, what was the original point of this message again? right–) I'm fine. Got stabbed, but only a little.

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You've talked to the healers about it? Take a potion?

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Done both. (no fretting,) I'm fine, really.

You were safe? I didn't see you.

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[ He's allowed to fret. ]

I was in Hightown. I decided to opt-out of the second party.

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Ooh. Had something better to go to?

(it's funny because anything would have been better than fighting in the skeleton war.) I didn't go to the second party either. Wasn't in the mood.

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Most definitely. We saw a show, it was lovely.

[ A humming sound. ] Understandable. How have you been otherwise?

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Gwenaëlle said she'd take me to a show sometime. I've never seen one before.

(she's excited about that.) Good.

Got a dog.

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Frankly, that woman terrifies me.

A dog? How old?

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How come?

Nine months. Big for a puppy though.

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I'm quite certain she's just waiting for a reason to bury me alive beneath the Gallows.

...how big?

dw sure did give me a notif for this

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I think she's like that with a lot of people, so don't worry too much.

Almost at my knee. And he's just a baby.

(imagine.) D'you wanna meet him?

gonna shank this website thanks

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I'll worry as much as I like, thank you. [ A snort. ] She and Alexandrie are close, and there's a common concept of threatening a new significant other with bodily harm if they hurt someone you're close to.

Our dear Lady Baudin didn't even need to voice her threat. Though I wouldn't be surprised if it were the same for just about anyone else, honestly.

Almost to your knee. Goodness. When do I get to meet him? How are you training him?

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Oh my god. (she sounds absolutely gleeful, sorry loki,) Do you think she'll tell you 'you break her heart, I break your face'? (because when it comes to gwen, that tracks...)

Whenever you like. Been sticking to the training yard. I thought it'd take some coaxing for him to feel comfortable around people swinging swords and making noise but he doesn't seem to care.

(he's steady. she likes him so much,) Come out on a walk with us some time.

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I think she'd call me an idiot, again, if I needed to be told. Glad this is entertaining for you, though.

[ In her place he'd be a bit tickled too, so he understands. The tone gives this away. ]

Yes, definitely. What times do you walk him? I'll come by today.

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Gonna go in a couple hours.

You can tell me more about Alexandrie while we walk. (she wants the hot goss ☕)

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Then I'll meet you at the towers in a couple of hours.

It's a plan.

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Loki will find the two of them waiting very patiently at the entrance to the tower, Abby trying to keep the puppy seated dutifully. He does it when asked but won't stay– there's too much going on around him, and he's clearly excited by the presence of other people. He has a bad habit of lunging toward those in passing. She'll train him out of it eventually; for now, it's difficult to tell him off for anything for too long. He's so adorable.

It's... more tempting than it really should be to let him loose at Loki just to see what will happen. Abby strongly suspects he'd knock him down like skittles and the mental image is fantastic.

She refrains.

"Be nice," she tells Wags, very sternly; he looks back at her with big, puppy dog eyes. His stumpy little tail is going absolutely wild as Loki approaches them, and there's no way he isn't going to jump up in greeting.

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Goodness, but that is a large dog considering its age; Loki blinks in their direction, pausing his approach briefly before he returns to it. He stops, a little in front of them, before squatting down and putting his hand out for the dog to sniff. He...somewhat remembers how dogs are.

It hasn't occurred to him that this puts his face in a prime licking position in relation to the mabari.

"What's his name?" He asks from his position (nearly) on the ground.

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Oh, Loki. Rookie mistake.

Wags is all over him in a flash. Really, the hand out is the invitation, the explicit permission to get right up in his face and give him slobbery kisses. Abby drags him back, reigning him in firmly so he sits at her feet, but- well, she definitely let him get a bit of love in first.

"Sorry," she says, but there's too much laughter in it for it to sound sincere, "He's excited, he's just a baby-" To the dog, "Wags. Behave."

Abby ducks down to get his attention, and gets him focused on her, his eyes wide and understanding. Tail going all the while.

"This is Loki." She explains. "We like him. Okay?"

Wags' ears perk at the name. He looks like he's taking everything that Abby says deeply seriously. "Okay," Abby confirms, and ruffles him up happily. "Good boy."

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Loki makes a hgrk sort of noise when the puppy starts licking his face, because augh that doesn't feel...any sort of clean, really, as much as Loki is inclined to like the animal otherwise. Abby's barely contained laughter doesn't do much to smooth his inherent ruffled-ness afterward either, but he does manage to reach out and pat the dog on the head as he's pulled away.

Gonna stand up now, thanks. And make a small face at how his skin feels.

"His name is Wags?" Please tell him that's short for something. Loki puts his hands in his pockets. "He seems very intelligent."

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"His name's Wagner," Abby explains, and even though she's already paying him attention, he perks up immediately at the sound of his own name, and barks once. "He's very smart, aren't you? Aren't you..."

Her voice trails off into low murmurs of affection as she gives Wags a very good rub down. Feels so good to have a dog back in her life. She had no idea that she'd been missing Alice until she got him, really.

"Apparently he's going to be huge." And as she sounds satisfied by this, that doesn't appear to be a problem.

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"I've seen a full-grown Mabari once or twice; their size is nothing to laugh at." Not exactly like some wolves he knows (of), but not everyone needs something large enough to take a bite out of the Bifrost, really.

At the thought, Loki gives a little shudder. Anyway. "Wagner is a good name. Should we start walking?" He gestures towards the rest of the island. "Have you had dogs before?"

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"I know." She is very smug. She's going to train him how to fight with her, and the pair of them are going to be unstoppable.

But until then? Walkies.

She stashes her hands into her pockets of her coat as she straightens up, and Wags falls into step beside her. He is learning to heel, but the world around him is very interesting; he veers away from her as a horse passes, and Abby has to call him back sharply.

At least he recognises the sound of his own name?

"Sort of. My old faction owned a lot. They came out into the field with us all the time, everybody looked after them." She grins, almost sheepishly. "Haven't ever done it by myself before, so. Kinda winging it."

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Loki tracks the movement of the dog with his eyes, raising eyebrows as Wagner immediately comes back at the sound of his own name. This dog is going to be terrifyingly smart to go along with what is bound to be a very imposing size.

Good. Abby has enemies, or at least one of them; she'll need someone to watch her back.

"So far I'd say you're doing pretty well, but I've never raised a dog."

A shrug.

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"Don't jinx it."

A mabari feels a little like easy mode, but that's fine with her. Gives her enough room to consider where exactly she's going to house Wags as he starts to grow up...

"Good to see you," she adds, nudging him affectionately with her elbow. She would have worn the peacoat that he got her for Satinalia just to show him how handsome it looks, but when training a puppy it's best to keep the things you'd rather remained slobber-free hidden deep in your wardrobe... please understand. "Thanks for the presents. Felt kinda spoiled."