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She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before stepping out from behind the large pole, her eyes meeting those of another Miqo'te, a male ... he smiled at her, and she turned around and walked right back out of the Quicksand and into the streets of Uld'ah, her face as red as a tomato.

Dammit... Why can't I ever just say Hi... They're not going to hurt you ... but what if they do? What if it's all just a trap! He could have knocked me out and dragged me back to his tribe and I would be doomed.... Doomed!

She gasped aloud, and looked around quickly, no one had heard her, no one even paid her any attention. She adjusted the thin framed glasses that rest atop her nose and moved to lean against a wall. She hated being so timid, so shy. How she longed for friends... but could not get passed that first step before her mind began to run wild.

She took another deep breath, and reached up to tighten the ribbons that held her twin ivory ponytails inplace, and stepped back into the Quicksand. She lifted her chin and peered around, the Miqo'te was gone, she had lost her chance with him... but there was plenty of potential friends around.

She sat down at a nearby table, folded her hands in her lap and looked around nervously, now if only she could get up the nerve to say "Hello".

The pale elezen woman often found herself sitting in strange places - simply watching people come and go. Ul'dah was an interesting city with a certain charm that she found she enjoyed. And the food - the rich spices, sweet treats, she enjoyed those too though anyone glancing at her wouldn't know it. Tall and slender, alabaster skin and hair worn just off the shoulders in a white bob. Her eyes were really the only thing that one might note had any color to speak of, a startling crimson shade that was the benchmark of most albino creatures. 

Tonight was no different, she sat at the Quicksand enjoying some honey rich drink and watching people come and go. On occasion, she would bring out the cards and read for people. She had watched the skittish Miqo'te try to work up the nerve to say hello to someone..anyone..watched as she bolted out the door only to return a few minutes later, slightly more determined. That determination seemed to wane and the pale witch felt a brief pang of familiarity for the girl. It wasn't easy for her either, most fell somewhere between intimidated or cautious toward her. A passing server was waved down, a soft word spoken before in short order, the serving girl brought a plate of pastries to the nerve wracked miqo'te, compliments of "that one there".

The young Miqo'te girl seemed almost surprised as a plate of various pastries was placed in front of her, she jumped slightly when the server approached and spoke in a soft voice, that seemed tired, perhaps from having been on her feet all day. "Compliments of that one there." She said with a gesture towards the Elezen woman and continued on with her work.

A soft flush brought colour to the girls cheeks as she glanced towards the woman and offered a small, yet awkward smile. Who... Why would she... She found herself trying to come up with a logical explanation as to why she had been presented with such a treat, but the sweet smell of the pastries was making her mouth water, she had always had a sweet tooth. She spied a small roll of dough that had been rolled up, filled with a fruit filling, and drizzled with chocolate, oh how it called out to her...

Moments later half of the pastries were missing, and the only clues as to their disappearance was the crumbs that littered the plate, the front of the Miqo'te's robe and her mouth. She reached for a napkin to clean herself off, a little embarrassed at how fast she had devoured the few pastries, and she looked around to see if anyone had been watching, her gaze landing once more on the Elezen woman whom had sent her the delightful treat. She offered another smile, this time a lot more genuine.

Don't be silly, she was kind enough to give you these ... go say Hi, offer her some ... You want to know why, so go find out.


She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and pushed her chair back from the table. She picked up the plate with the remaining pastries and took the few steps from her table towards the woman. "Thank you." she said in a soft voice, her eyes looking down at the plate. "Would you like some?" She held the plate out.

Ul'Dah was a wretched and unlikeable place for the traveler. Born in the Noscea region, close to Limsa Lominsa, he was far more used to the cooler and more temperate weather. Gridania had proven itself to be a place of fair weather as well, even with the overabundance of nature that seemed to tread on him everywhere he walked.

Yet, the storms of Limsa Lominsa and smell of Gridania could not match Ul'Dah's atrocious heatwave and the pangs of brown sand that stretched for miles. What was worse was the kind of people he ran in to; first a snotty noblewoman that seemed to jeer at him for being part of the common plebs, then when he walked on the outer parts of the city, he was besieged by beggars who wanted to sell him odd trinkets and the like.

So it was with a somewhat curt mood that Ryan Aphelion sat in a table at the Quicksand along with two other adventurers there. The seated three had been planning a job of guarding a caravan of sorts, and all seemed to go well until the young man revealed that he was a newcomer to the city. Not wishing to take with them a green adventurer who did not know the ways around the region, they snorted and wave him off before leaving.

And they paid no attention to Miqo'te that had seated herself on the table a few seconds past. The young man in brown cloak, his head hidden by his hood, eyed the adventurers as they left then gazed back at the Miqo'te who sat. His dark brown eyes, rounded nose, parts of his dark black hair, and stubbled mouth could at least be seen.

"Hello," he replied in a casual manner before taking a sip of his blackberry ale. "May I suppose that you are looking for work as well? I am rather running short on gil, and need to fill in a job soon..."

At the moment, pastries were brought by a serving girl who pointed out the person that had served the Miqo'te. Ryan took a glance at the stranger, looked back at the Miqo'te, and made a shrug. It seemed there were some good people here after all...

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(OOC: Eep... Looks like terrible timing on my part. Carry on without my character if it becomes too much of a hassle!)

An amused, soft chuckle escaped her as the young miqo'te lady all but devoured the pastries. At least she was enjoying them! A kind smile met the awkward glance and eventually, the plate was held out offering what few treats remained unscathed. 
Thank you...would you like some? She inclined her head and nodded. "You're welcome. I'm glad that you liked them". Delicate fingers carefully lifted a pastry off the offered plate while the other hand gestured. "If you'd like to sit, you can".  The witch's ruby gaze was drawn to the hooded man who'd started to speak close by, offering conversation about work. She assumed he had been speaking to the skittish lady but answered herself, partly to spare the girl a little social frustration. "There is a never-ending demand for work with the citizens of this place if you're in great need of employees. I am sure there are many families here who would appreciate even a small pay...unless you are seeking someone with a more particular set of skill?"

The Miqo'te girl smiled again at the woman, though it was brief as a male voice came from behind, startling her as she literally jumped in the air, causing the plate of pastries to slip from her hand and land on the floor with a loud clatter. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!" She said quickly, looking over the Elezen woman, hoping none had gotten on her.

The server who had given the pastries to her quickly came over with a broom, and shooed the young Miqo'te girl out of the way, blushing and hiding her face in her hands from embarrassment.

As the mess was being cleaned up, she pressed her back against the pole she had backed into after being shooed and prayed that she would just dissolve right in and that no one would notice her. Though her curiosity was gnawing at her, she opened her eyes and peeked out past splayed fingers to peer at the male whom had spoken and caused her such a fright.

Please don't be a Miqo'te .... Please don't be a Miqo'te... She chanted in her head as she looked in his direction, also hoping he would not be looking at her, but perhaps helping the Elezen woman or the server.

((OOC - Hope it's alright that I assumed your character came up after she had already gotten up))

(OOC: We'll go with my char sitting nearby as elisan rolled with. Long as I get some RP, whatev!)

"Aye," the young Hyur replied to the seemingly elegant and well-spoken Elezen. "I would much rather do a job that may test my skill than delivering letters or moving crates. I have tested my lance in the fields of Noscea and the forests of the Shrouds, and wish to see how they fare in these sands. But only a fool heads straight for the first sign of danger alone. I would much enjoy a few companions whom I can work together with, so that I may learn without getting devoured by the Vultures that roam these lands."

He had already studied some of the creatures that roamed the sands around these parts, but reading and theorizing could only get one so far. As the Miqo'te suddenly sprang up in fright and retreated to another part of the room, the awkwardness of the situation was not missed on the young man. He rubbed his chin with a slight frown, half-wondering why such an easily frightened person was at an adventurer's guild and half-wondering how he should apologize without scaring the girl again. Perhaps removing that cloak of his would help?

He did just so as he stood from his seat, but did not move towards the Miqo'te.

"I... Uhhh... I apologize. I meant no harm."

If she would peak through the covers of her hands, the young Hyur was someone who looked nothing terrifying. With the exception of a scar on his right cheek, Ryan was a young man with soft-looking eyes and an even softer looking face. He looked too green amongst the other grizzled adventurers.

She slowly lowered her hands and breathed a sigh of relief, once more she adjusted the thin framed glasses, pushing them up her nose as she offered both the Elezen woman, and the Hyur male a small apologetic smile. She had always been somewhat timid, but since leaving her home she had become even more skiddish. 

"No .. No .." She waved her hands back and forth. "It's my fault..." She bowed her head towards them both, as she contemplated making a hasty exit, so as to not embarrass herself any further... However she decided against it.

"Please, let me make it up to you both... hrm ... drinks? I promise not to spill them." She rubbed her hands together nervously.

Elisan watched the exchange with a small smile and nodded, "A drink would be fine, thank you". She turned her attention for a moment to the young hyur man and tipped her head a bit, studying him. "There is strength in numbers, I am told. Going gallivanting about the countryside with no idea what's roaming just over that dune is foolish indeed. You're right to seek others who might be able to not only help but to keep company as well. Myself..I am passing the time here while I wait for someone". She smiled pleasantly, looking back to the miqo'te woman then.

Ryan rubbed his neck, thinking what a strange fellow this Miqo'te was. The least he could do was take the offer of a drink after causing the small ruckus in the tavern; though on the back of his mind strangers making drinks for him raised all sorts of danger alarms. For whatever reason however, he did not feel the need for any caution against the Miqo'te. She seemed.... Genuinely a frightened person who wanted to appease others.


"Yes... Thank you, that would be lovely," he replied in a somewhat awkward tone, not having the quick wits and experience to reply as did the Elzen. He sat back down.

"Quite unfortunate, it seems I must wait longer for a job," he said glancing back at the Elzen. "Well... Since we three have seemed to acquainted ourselves in this strange manner, do you mind if I ask for your names? To start with, I am Ryan Aphelion, from the outskirts of Limsa Lominsa. It is my first time here in Ul'Dah."

"Oh ... Umm ... K-Kieaira." She said with a smile, not offering any other information as she tried to flag down the server once more, so they could order drinks. She reached to a pouch that hung from her belt, and pulled forth a few gil as she moved to sit down at the table, nearly missing the chair, she stumbled just a bit, but managed to sit down , wrapping her tail around her as she did so.

She glanced between the Elezen woman and the Hyur male whom had introduced himself, and smiled, relaxing a bit into the chair, she was starting to feel a little less timid, but her guard was still up, as if waiting for some sort of unseen entity to jump out and grab her.

Finally the server came by to accept the gil and take each of their orders. "Cream please..." She said softly.

"I am called Elisan..pleased to meet you both. I haven't been to the sea-city yet myself - Im told its a real sight though" She smiled to the server and had the woman refill whatever she'd been drinking before and a few more gil were given over for another plate of food - some bread, cheese and fruit. It was always nice to converse while sharing food, it helped to ease people. She adjusted her cloak on the back of the chair and set a small pouch on the table, which contained something that gave it a vague square shape.

"Kieaira... Elisan... Then a pleasure to meet you both," the Hyur replied, taking a sip of his ale, careful not to take too much of the liquor that burned his chest. He found the way the three had not settled themselves a tad out of place, but it was more welcome than conducting simple business that all these other hardy-adventures. It had been quite some time since he had conversed on these friendly terms.

"Limsa Lominsa is indeed a grand place. Great food, exotic items, the smell of the fresh sea. At night the skies are illuminated with countless stars. Mayhaps not for the pirates and the few rival trading companies feuding now and then, it would be perfect."

He paused, seemingly haven gone on to a tangent. Perhaps a symptom of missing his home after these years of travel.

"Are you two originally from the city?" he asked, not wishing to be the selfish one who blabbed on about himself and his home city.

Kieaira found herself drifting off into daydreams as the man spoke of Limsa, and she made a mental note to visit their sometime. She came back into the conversation with a shake of her head, the twin ponytails swaying slightly.

"Oh ... No ... Not Ul'dah." She said, playing with her hands in her lap as she sat. "I came here from Gridania." She smiled, speaking with a slight hint of longing for her cozy little home in the forest.

"I left home to learn." She said softly, followed by a soft chuckle, a flush to her cheeks and a slender finger moved to push her glasses up her nose once more, as she looked to the other two.

"No, I'm not from Ul'dah either - my birth home is far from here between the mountains of Coerthas and Dravania. I chose to come here because it was so far from there..." The albino smiled wryly. Clearly there was some story behind that. "I found a comfortable place for myself among the books and scholars of the arcane arts here and I like the food" She chuckled softly, a light shrug of her shoulders.