
It's not really easy being a refuge fresh off in Ul'dah without a home and barely any coins on your purse, looking for a meaning to life after losing everything.It's arguably even worse being an underaged, orphan, abandoned by her brothers and sisters, albino underaged dunesfolk with only the tattered clothes on her body, bandages wrapping her sensitive skin against the harsh effects of sunlight and sand, standing before one of the Gates of Ul'dah.
The chirp of the Chocobo porter as it returned ditifully to where it came from barely registered on the Lalafel ears as it left. The gate...was massive, and bigger than anything the sheltered Lalafel ever seen...and it didn't help with her nervousness, the trembling staff held firmly with her bandaged hands, while the Guards upon the gate simply glanced once a while, waiting any reaction from her.
Aaahm...eeer...
Giving a strong knock on her head, and yelping in pain, she gulped and closed her eyes, running inside the city. She can't be in a refugee camp again, it's either here or rot in the desert, no one can help her anymore. Her sisters and brothers were very clear of that.
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This was what the various merchants and passerbys could hear as they saw a Lalafel, on the brim of tears and bandaged like some sort of mummy ran down the Routes of the city...on the exact opposite direction.
Maybe if she just opened her eyes it would help.
The chirp of the Chocobo porter as it returned ditifully to where it came from barely registered on the Lalafel ears as it left. The gate...was massive, and bigger than anything the sheltered Lalafel ever seen...and it didn't help with her nervousness, the trembling staff held firmly with her bandaged hands, while the Guards upon the gate simply glanced once a while, waiting any reaction from her.
Aaahm...eeer...
Giving a strong knock on her head, and yelping in pain, she gulped and closed her eyes, running inside the city. She can't be in a refugee camp again, it's either here or rot in the desert, no one can help her anymore. Her sisters and brothers were very clear of that.
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This was what the various merchants and passerbys could hear as they saw a Lalafel, on the brim of tears and bandaged like some sort of mummy ran down the Routes of the city...on the exact opposite direction.
Maybe if she just opened her eyes it would help.