MS Paint Playground; Redux

Warning, I'm very silly, and have a dumb brain. Ohohohohoho!!

An unlikely friend.

"Scree!" Ipana froze where she was sitting. Well knowing she ought to not have been so near the Tamtara Deepcroft, the lalafell carefully turned around to see where the sound had come from. At first, she didn’t see anything. Some diremites were loitering around, feasting on some prey they had caught. The wood wailers were discussing something or another. All too happy to dismiss it as nothing but the wind, the young woman continued dabbing potion onto a rag. She wanted nothing more to do with the Tamtara Deepcroft. Not after her recent adventure down there.

Ipana had thought it would be a great idea to scout the place out. However, it hadn’t taken long before her curiosity had gotten the better of the archer. First she herself had loitered around, ignoring more experienced adventurers warnings about the place. Then she had sneaked inside for a quick peek. People went into the dungeon all day long, it couldn’t be that terrifying.

But then the rattling of bones had brought her mind back, as skeletons had lumbered towards her, eager for a chat. Needless to say, the lalafell had fallen on her rump in shock, before dashing out of there quick as her legs could carry her.

She had taken shelter a far bit away, but a guard tower. The wood wailers were throwing her dirty glances. But she was accustomed to this sort of behavior by now. Ignoring them, Ipana had given priority to her nicks and bruises. Which had been when she had heard it. A tiny little screech.

Looking around again, she wondered if one of the skeletons had braved the sunshine to come after her.
Right as she was packing away her things, the sound of wings flapping caught her attention again. Her face grew into a grimace of fear as a floating eyeball flew towards her. It wobbled a bit, before landing precariously in front of her.

"Scree!"
"No, what do you want?" It didn’t seem to be hostile, which was strange. It looked like it could easily bite her arm off, what with those fangs! Walking over to her on it’s tiny clawed legs, the creature looked up at her with it’s giant purple eye. Ipana sneered at it, wondering if it was daft for just walking up to someone like that.
"Hey! Is that your Ahriman? Get it out of here, we don’t need the trouble!" The lalafell became even more confused, but at least she knew what it was now.

Getting to her feet, Ipana walked a couple of steps, turning every now and then to see if the ahriman was following her. And like a baby chocobo, it did. Whenever she walked too quickly and brought enough distance between them, the creature would clumsily take off and fly after her.

She tried to shoo it away, only to have it whimper and cry.
"Why are you following me?" Scratching her head, Ipana sat down to comfort the weeping creature.
"Ah, that’s a baby ahriman you have there!" She looked up to find a tall woman, decked out in the finest of clothes. From the looks of it, she was a miqo’te, with flaming red locks falling down her back.
"A- a baby? This thing?" The miqo’te chuckled at the shocked lalafell. Crouching down next to them, the woman took out something of her bag, offering it to the, apparently, baby monster.
"Yes. It’s believed that they’re born from the tears of other ahriman." She gave it a scratch under it’s chin, earning a happy screech from it.

"Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous until it’s older. Since it’s quite attached to you, you better look after it."
"B-but I’ve never had a pet before!" Actually, she couldn't remember much about owning a pet, since the earliest memory she had was waking up in a ditch somewhere.

Standing up and brushing herself off, the woman summoned her mount.
"I’m certain you’ll figure it out. They’re very hardy monsters." And with that, she bid them good bye, and rode off on her equally red chocobo. Ipana stared after them, with the ahriman snuggling up next to her.
Too distracted to push it away, she absentmindedly scratched it’s head while wondering if she could even bring this thing into town. In the end, she dismissed her worry. If they didn’t like it, then she’d just have to become a hermit, or sneak it inside.

"Hm, I guess I should name you, huh?" It looked up at her, a soft cry uttered in hopes of more affection. Sighing, the lalafell gave in.
"Fine, um, how about I call you Arman, ‘cause you’re an arhiman?"
"Scree!" Arman only nudged her hand, demanding more scratches. The lalafell giggled at this, rolling it over playfully, much to the delight of the tiny monster.