To argue the point, or not argue the point? In her mind's eye she didn't like what Mordagen had done, despite his reasoning for doing so. She felt like a failure compared to him. Only half a dragoon - nay, a fraction - and this was a feeling that soured her entire mood. The adrenaline from felling the dragon was beginning to wear off, and in its place, melancholy.
Evey, however, had a natural ability to life ones spirits. The girl was beautiful, no doubt, but Mayu could also see that she was beautiful on the inside as well. She forced herself to smile at the young Hyur. It conjured memories of a time when she was mistaken for a dragoon pole dancer.
"You know, there's this funny story I'd like to tell you on the way to the keep."
She walked over to Lulubelle, who wasn't making eye contact - silly bird - and climbed atop. She took the reins into her hands and gave her chocobo a light pat to urge her forward.
"A miqo'te couple approached me and asked me to dance for them. A lewd dance, mind you."
Evey, however, had a natural ability to life ones spirits. The girl was beautiful, no doubt, but Mayu could also see that she was beautiful on the inside as well. She forced herself to smile at the young Hyur. It conjured memories of a time when she was mistaken for a dragoon pole dancer.
"You know, there's this funny story I'd like to tell you on the way to the keep."
She walked over to Lulubelle, who wasn't making eye contact - silly bird - and climbed atop. She took the reins into her hands and gave her chocobo a light pat to urge her forward.
"A miqo'te couple approached me and asked me to dance for them. A lewd dance, mind you."
