Thanalan was always hot. Today was no exception, in fact it seemed like the sun was trying to burn away the very existence of anyone who dared to walk the dusty, orange trails. Lillith Cale, Mercenary Extraordinaire (the extraordinaire part was self proclaimed of course, and spoken without the 'e' to more easily rhyme with her last name) had the unlucky pleasure of wandering those very roads.
With her white and red brimmed hat pulled low, the black haired miqo'te takes slow, lazy steps towards the Sil'dah Excavation site. Her destination was still several hours travel away by foot and the woman was out a Chocobo due to having the misfortune of feeding the poor thing bad fruit (Really, how was she suppose to know the vendor was giving her a raw deal?). Still, there was a job to do and a mercenary that didn't work was a mercenary that didn't eat, and the woman had quite the attachment to good food and drink.
Still, she hated being hot. The sun seemed to shine just a bit brighter at that, perhaps to spite the archer.
Needing something the pass the time, because she certainly wasn't going to hurry her steps-that would make her far to sweaty, the miqo'te pulls her bow from her back, notches an arrow, then fires it half heartedly in front of her. From there she begins to count the steps it takes for her to reach the arrow before plucking it out of the spot, notching it once more and repeating.
"Tck." Lillith clicks her tongue in annoyance after a third round of her little game. "I'll give alms at the Sanctum of the Twelve if I can just get a little entertainment around here!"
With her white and red brimmed hat pulled low, the black haired miqo'te takes slow, lazy steps towards the Sil'dah Excavation site. Her destination was still several hours travel away by foot and the woman was out a Chocobo due to having the misfortune of feeding the poor thing bad fruit (Really, how was she suppose to know the vendor was giving her a raw deal?). Still, there was a job to do and a mercenary that didn't work was a mercenary that didn't eat, and the woman had quite the attachment to good food and drink.
Still, she hated being hot. The sun seemed to shine just a bit brighter at that, perhaps to spite the archer.
Needing something the pass the time, because she certainly wasn't going to hurry her steps-that would make her far to sweaty, the miqo'te pulls her bow from her back, notches an arrow, then fires it half heartedly in front of her. From there she begins to count the steps it takes for her to reach the arrow before plucking it out of the spot, notching it once more and repeating.
"Tck." Lillith clicks her tongue in annoyance after a third round of her little game. "I'll give alms at the Sanctum of the Twelve if I can just get a little entertainment around here!"
Lillith Cale (Still a work in progress)
