With a sneeze and a sniffle, the traveled Miqo'te was bested by the sun's rays causing a reaction. She rubbed her freckled nose against the worn material of her glove and managed to saunter at this point through Pearl Lane unharmed and with the same amount of Gil before she entered.Â
She could hear the merchants calling over each other at the exchange not an alm away, her ears swiveling to catch familiar words in case something she fancied was being offered. The distraction had her stumbling over wooden crates and into a resident with dirty feet and smelled of a week with out baths.
Elle let out a gasp through her scarf and backed up. Pointed ears pinning down in worry over the man's reaction as he let out a yell and flailed a drunken hand towards her... general direction. Her hands raised as a white flag, her mistake and apologies could only be interpreted through shakes of her head and gesturing to herself and then him.
The uncoordinated denizen muttered a few racial slurs before launching himself at her tiny unprepared form, and yet she fluidly side stepped his haphazard attack with wide eyes and a hand covering her mouth. Watching the poor sod crash into the crates she attempted to avoid earlier.
She didn't wait for his next move and took off, sprinting down the alley with her bow and quiver jostling with her movements. Bounding over a Hyur on his mat, passed out with empty bottles surrounding his make-shift home and turned to find doors to a place she'd never seen before. Her trips to Ul'dah were fairly short, and the alcoves were undiscovered because she took to the main roads.Â
Taking in the doors with skepticism, the hollering of one angry gentlemen had her pushing them open and shutting them quickly behind her. Her back pressed against the wood, huffing and puffing through the scarf to regain her composure. Her gold slitted hues finally lifted and adjusted to the dimmer light of the establishment. It was... quaint? That's a nice enough word for it. Her boots tapping against the stone floors making her way towards a shadowed corner to hide from her pursuer and pulling the scarf up around her mouth. A habit for comfort.
She could hear the merchants calling over each other at the exchange not an alm away, her ears swiveling to catch familiar words in case something she fancied was being offered. The distraction had her stumbling over wooden crates and into a resident with dirty feet and smelled of a week with out baths.
Elle let out a gasp through her scarf and backed up. Pointed ears pinning down in worry over the man's reaction as he let out a yell and flailed a drunken hand towards her... general direction. Her hands raised as a white flag, her mistake and apologies could only be interpreted through shakes of her head and gesturing to herself and then him.
The uncoordinated denizen muttered a few racial slurs before launching himself at her tiny unprepared form, and yet she fluidly side stepped his haphazard attack with wide eyes and a hand covering her mouth. Watching the poor sod crash into the crates she attempted to avoid earlier.
She didn't wait for his next move and took off, sprinting down the alley with her bow and quiver jostling with her movements. Bounding over a Hyur on his mat, passed out with empty bottles surrounding his make-shift home and turned to find doors to a place she'd never seen before. Her trips to Ul'dah were fairly short, and the alcoves were undiscovered because she took to the main roads.Â
Taking in the doors with skepticism, the hollering of one angry gentlemen had her pushing them open and shutting them quickly behind her. Her back pressed against the wood, huffing and puffing through the scarf to regain her composure. Her gold slitted hues finally lifted and adjusted to the dimmer light of the establishment. It was... quaint? That's a nice enough word for it. Her boots tapping against the stone floors making her way towards a shadowed corner to hide from her pursuer and pulling the scarf up around her mouth. A habit for comfort.
