One didn't pursue Meiko's line of work if they weren't perceptive, and the green-eyed woman was no exception to this rule. And for someone who spent most of their time skulking about in the shadows watching others, it didn't take much to realize when she was on the receiving end. The soft sound of trailing footsteps, shifts in the shadows, movements from the corner of her eyes as her head turned.. Perhaps she was imagining things, yet perhaps not.Â
Her mind fell back to news of the recent attacks in Ul'dah - the women who had been felled by poison arrows. The first victim of which had been shot down in this very court. Even if the watching was unrelated, the thought still put her on edge and every muscle in her body was coiled to spring.Â
"I know you're watching me," she announced loudly as she came to a stop, unable to tolerate it any longer. Her hands subtly shifted closer to the daggers at her waist. Her demeanor was calm, but her mind was calculating. Her eyes were glancing about on the search for movement from the shadows, and hands were ready to sling one of those knives if needed. "If you've intentions with me, get on with it."
Her mind fell back to news of the recent attacks in Ul'dah - the women who had been felled by poison arrows. The first victim of which had been shot down in this very court. Even if the watching was unrelated, the thought still put her on edge and every muscle in her body was coiled to spring.Â
"I know you're watching me," she announced loudly as she came to a stop, unable to tolerate it any longer. Her hands subtly shifted closer to the daggers at her waist. Her demeanor was calm, but her mind was calculating. Her eyes were glancing about on the search for movement from the shadows, and hands were ready to sling one of those knives if needed. "If you've intentions with me, get on with it."
