Sophia moved away from the group, fairly skeptical about the chances of fiding a foot tall yellow dancing chicken hiding in the same corners she'd so recently checked in, but being in a good mood she poked the fallen jackets and scarves and the occasional inebriated Barrowdowner.
"Chicken?" she asked the air softly, standing bewilderedly a little way from where HerenIstarion was looking more and more stiff. From under the sofa a pair of eyes glinted. "Chicken?" she asked again, dropping to her hands and knees and peering under the sofa. Sophia pushed her hair back out of her eyes and fought a feeling that she was making a fool of herself.
The pair of eyes withdrew under the sofa. "Don't you want to come out and..." Sophia racked her brain for whatever chickens might like to do. "...sign autographs?" she blurted, he was after all a famous chicken. A yellow beak poked out cautiously, followed by a head crowned with a large red... thing. Sophia looked around carefully to make sure nobody could see her talking to the underneath of a couch before adding, "We'll buy you a drink..." in a coaxing tone.
When he heard that Chicken popped out from under the couch entirely and began dancing his world-famous jig. Sophia giggled as he followed her back to the main room.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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