It took her a moment to realize how embarrassing it felt to write that. She circulated her thoughts over and over. Was it too forward? Was it vague? Should she of done something else?
Never the less, she waited patiently. Her eyes looking to the window as she waited for the small messenger to fly in any moment now. And he was late at least by her normal calculations. She was worried if the bird was intercepted...but that is impossible. The note she wrote was nothing that was considered valuable to third parties. Just as she was about to go out, the Chocobo chick came in and perched itself on the windowsill. The note in his grasp. P'rita took a look at what he wrote...
"Of course he would write that..." she sighed, tossing the now crumpled note to the side before collapsing on her bed.
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P'rita knew it would be a challenge but this was something different than she expected. Again, she overthought everything. Was he toying with her to mess with her, or was he seriously trying to get her to speak up more? What would she of gained if he did write his favorite food down? She doubt her cooking skills were of the level to satisfy even a dog, let alone a hyena like Flynt. P'rita was one who liked a challenge, and she will keep trying until she falls on her face and fails hard.
And with a turn of time, the dawn came. Early to rise like usual, P'rita would take her time slow and ease herself into the routine. Sharpening her knives, mending any holes in her clothes and grabbing her usual supplies that include such things like flash bombs and decoys. All for emergency intent only. She fixed her hair under the bandana, placed a small hat on her tiny companion and set out on her job. She had a linkpearl connection with former rival clans to help continue the tradition of sharing information and they would talk whenever jobs open up or they needed an extra hand. But today it was more laid back.
P'rita wasn't one to relax like most. In fact, she had no idea how to have fun. It was then she had an idea. With a note in hand, she wrote down another small note. As it stands, this was their only way of communicating without a Linkshell. That and P'rita never trusted the Moogle Mail system.
"What does one do for fun?" - P'rita
Hopefully this time she would get a real answer unlike the last time. Yet he could just write down other responses or mock her for being too serious. P'rita attached the note to the Chocobo and told it to find the same person. it happily took off quickly. P'rita for the time decided to relax on the edge of a building. Letting her feet swing and feeling the somewhat cool air upon the capital of Thanalan. Had it not been for it's castle like structure, it would remind her of her home again.
Never the less, she waited patiently. Her eyes looking to the window as she waited for the small messenger to fly in any moment now. And he was late at least by her normal calculations. She was worried if the bird was intercepted...but that is impossible. The note she wrote was nothing that was considered valuable to third parties. Just as she was about to go out, the Chocobo chick came in and perched itself on the windowsill. The note in his grasp. P'rita took a look at what he wrote...
"Of course he would write that..." she sighed, tossing the now crumpled note to the side before collapsing on her bed.
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P'rita knew it would be a challenge but this was something different than she expected. Again, she overthought everything. Was he toying with her to mess with her, or was he seriously trying to get her to speak up more? What would she of gained if he did write his favorite food down? She doubt her cooking skills were of the level to satisfy even a dog, let alone a hyena like Flynt. P'rita was one who liked a challenge, and she will keep trying until she falls on her face and fails hard.
And with a turn of time, the dawn came. Early to rise like usual, P'rita would take her time slow and ease herself into the routine. Sharpening her knives, mending any holes in her clothes and grabbing her usual supplies that include such things like flash bombs and decoys. All for emergency intent only. She fixed her hair under the bandana, placed a small hat on her tiny companion and set out on her job. She had a linkpearl connection with former rival clans to help continue the tradition of sharing information and they would talk whenever jobs open up or they needed an extra hand. But today it was more laid back.
P'rita wasn't one to relax like most. In fact, she had no idea how to have fun. It was then she had an idea. With a note in hand, she wrote down another small note. As it stands, this was their only way of communicating without a Linkshell. That and P'rita never trusted the Moogle Mail system.
"What does one do for fun?" - P'rita
Hopefully this time she would get a real answer unlike the last time. Yet he could just write down other responses or mock her for being too serious. P'rita attached the note to the Chocobo and told it to find the same person. it happily took off quickly. P'rita for the time decided to relax on the edge of a building. Letting her feet swing and feeling the somewhat cool air upon the capital of Thanalan. Had it not been for it's castle like structure, it would remind her of her home again.