The top was restrictive and she hated it. Melodia had gotten so used to looser and less clothing, so the Yellowjacket uniform made her claustrophobic in a way. At least the sea breeze coming over the Limsan decks cooled her off. She was on patrol for the first time in nearly a year and her instincts were still rusty, and she found herself getting turned around in the city she loved more often than not. She was near Blacksmith's Guild and she grumbled to herself, "Already been this way, stupid. Get back on track."
She fought simple temptations as she walked. The woman wearing far less than she ought to have been near the markets. The drinks at the Drowning Wench. The docks.
It was hard to put the past away sometimes. She gave a soft smile as she imagined a different world, where she'd been able to put the cuffs on her most wanted Miqo'te, Kink...Zhi....whatever her real name was. That felt like a lifetime ago and one she wanted to put away. Her self aggrandized pursuit of the redheaded woman Grace....none of that made any sense anymore. She was more like them now anyway so those old battles didn't matter to her anymore.
What she wanted was to make sense of world in her new mindset. And she grinned. Why not go to the Wench? She turned on her bootheels and strode over the open area of the Aftcastle and down the steps, to the Drowning Wench. As she arrived she moved to the bar, took a seat and slapped the counter lightly. Looking at Baderon, she grinned. "An ale, good man."
She fought simple temptations as she walked. The woman wearing far less than she ought to have been near the markets. The drinks at the Drowning Wench. The docks.
It was hard to put the past away sometimes. She gave a soft smile as she imagined a different world, where she'd been able to put the cuffs on her most wanted Miqo'te, Kink...Zhi....whatever her real name was. That felt like a lifetime ago and one she wanted to put away. Her self aggrandized pursuit of the redheaded woman Grace....none of that made any sense anymore. She was more like them now anyway so those old battles didn't matter to her anymore.
What she wanted was to make sense of world in her new mindset. And she grinned. Why not go to the Wench? She turned on her bootheels and strode over the open area of the Aftcastle and down the steps, to the Drowning Wench. As she arrived she moved to the bar, took a seat and slapped the counter lightly. Looking at Baderon, she grinned. "An ale, good man."
