The afternoon sun was sweltering and heat waves rolled above the city street, which was sparsly populated at this time of the day as most people tried to avoid the sweltering heat.
Askier envied those people as he strolled down the street, his boots clicking on the stones beneath as he neared the Gate of the Sultana. Sweat was running down his brow and his face paint was smeared all over his cheeks as the wind tugged at his Flame uniform.Â
The miqo'te brushed his long hair out of his face and ran a gloved hand across his brow. Â The former Garlean looked up at the blazing sun, alone in a empty, blue skyÂ
"A grenade for a cloud." Askier said as he locked his dry lips. It had been a long walk so far, and he still had a few hours left on his patrol. Askier was about to resume walking when a voice shouted behind him.
"Hey terrorist! Get out of that uniform and out of Ul'dah!"
Askier sighed. This again. His hecklers were back. Ever since Askier had joined Red Wings he had been dealing with lynch mobs, muggings, and constant insults aimed at his person.Â
Askier was about to turn around when the brick slammed into the back of his head and sent him onto his hands and knees. Askier blinked in shock and he was motionless for a few moments until he saw blood dripping from his cheeks onto the hot stones.Â
Askier rose to his feet, his right hand clutching the bleeding bruise on the back of his head. His golden eyes swept the area. A few people gazed at him with horrified expressions but there was no sign of the man whom had thrown the brick.Â
Askier stiffly moved over to the shade and sat down with a groan, blood trickling down the back of his neck onto his uniform. The miqo'te raised his mechanical hand to his ear and pressed his linkpearl.Â
"Alexei. I'm at the Gate of the Sultana. Need you to take a look at my head."
Askier let the metal arm fall to his side as he pulled his right hand from the back of his head and let his golden eyes examine the blood covering his glove.
"Ul'dah. Home sweet home." Askier said with a deep, pained sigh as he put his right hand back on his bleeding wound and looked up at the tall buildings around him.
"Sometimes I wish I had blown it all up."
Askier envied those people as he strolled down the street, his boots clicking on the stones beneath as he neared the Gate of the Sultana. Sweat was running down his brow and his face paint was smeared all over his cheeks as the wind tugged at his Flame uniform.Â
The miqo'te brushed his long hair out of his face and ran a gloved hand across his brow. Â The former Garlean looked up at the blazing sun, alone in a empty, blue skyÂ
"A grenade for a cloud." Askier said as he locked his dry lips. It had been a long walk so far, and he still had a few hours left on his patrol. Askier was about to resume walking when a voice shouted behind him.
"Hey terrorist! Get out of that uniform and out of Ul'dah!"
Askier sighed. This again. His hecklers were back. Ever since Askier had joined Red Wings he had been dealing with lynch mobs, muggings, and constant insults aimed at his person.Â
Askier was about to turn around when the brick slammed into the back of his head and sent him onto his hands and knees. Askier blinked in shock and he was motionless for a few moments until he saw blood dripping from his cheeks onto the hot stones.Â
Askier rose to his feet, his right hand clutching the bleeding bruise on the back of his head. His golden eyes swept the area. A few people gazed at him with horrified expressions but there was no sign of the man whom had thrown the brick.Â
Askier stiffly moved over to the shade and sat down with a groan, blood trickling down the back of his neck onto his uniform. The miqo'te raised his mechanical hand to his ear and pressed his linkpearl.Â
"Alexei. I'm at the Gate of the Sultana. Need you to take a look at my head."
Askier let the metal arm fall to his side as he pulled his right hand from the back of his head and let his golden eyes examine the blood covering his glove.
"Ul'dah. Home sweet home." Askier said with a deep, pained sigh as he put his right hand back on his bleeding wound and looked up at the tall buildings around him.
"Sometimes I wish I had blown it all up."
