Aya lifted her tea cup, taking a pleasant sip; the flavor of shroud honey mingled with the tea and herbs in that perfect balance she had long ago fallen in love with. The look of pleasure on her features masked the feeling of certainty at work in her mind.Â
It was the Hungry Wolf. The Hungry Wolf. She glanced down at the book again. She wondered at the records it contained. She wondered how often her name appeared. If it recorded her initiation, and her activities in that time that seemed a lifetime ago. These days Ishgard was feeling closer at hand, and the Shroud so very, very far away. She wondered if it recorded missed payroll, missed payments for board. No doubt it hadn't recorded how she had been evicted first from Fallgourd Float when the company failed to pay, and then how she had next escaped just ahead of eviction at the hands of her former employer Miounne in Gridania just a moon or so later.
"We sure could be..." she pursed her lips a bit, "It is a desert..."
She furrowed her brow, "What did you say your name was, madame?"
It was the Hungry Wolf. The Hungry Wolf. She glanced down at the book again. She wondered at the records it contained. She wondered how often her name appeared. If it recorded her initiation, and her activities in that time that seemed a lifetime ago. These days Ishgard was feeling closer at hand, and the Shroud so very, very far away. She wondered if it recorded missed payroll, missed payments for board. No doubt it hadn't recorded how she had been evicted first from Fallgourd Float when the company failed to pay, and then how she had next escaped just ahead of eviction at the hands of her former employer Miounne in Gridania just a moon or so later.
"We sure could be..." she pursed her lips a bit, "It is a desert..."
She furrowed her brow, "What did you say your name was, madame?"
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