This wasn't a mission to hunt. The usual task was to bring back nanny meat or slay vermin uprooting crop systems on small farms. Very rarely was it just a drop off, reminding her of a few favors she'd complete for merchants around Ul'Dah when she first came to the city escaping the harsh climate and dust storms of Thanalan.Â
"...Please don't leave with the money." He whispered.
Questioning eyes focused on his face. His ability to threaten lost with a sound of a whispered plea to not steal the Gil he was generously donating to a lady in wait at the bakery. Her ears mimicked her gaze, lowering to the pouch once more. He seemed kind. And that kindness should be awarded with the mirrored sentiment.Â
One ear lifted at the sound of a yell and rushing air. There was no time to think, she acted with speedy reflexes, standing and knocking her chair over with straightened knees. Her left hand shooting out and feeling the stinging slap of a metallic mug hitting her palm. The back of her hand gently tapping the Elezen's cheek, catching the projectile before it collided with the left side of his face.
She was leaned over the small table, wide gold eyes staring at him before narrowing and glaring into the direction of the rowdy group. The scarf slipping down to reveal her lips that she licked before heaving a sigh of frustration. They were acting like wildlings.Â
Gingerly setting the mug down on the wooden surface she picked up the coin purse and closed her eyes. Giving a bow of her head towards the elf and gestured to her weapons as a sign of good faith. He'd watch her items, she'd deliver the spoils. Of course she wouldn't steal. It was against her nature and she valued honesty and integrity over her own selfish desires. Money was important, but so was gaining a good reputation. Voicing this fact was impossible, so instead she'd prove it by actions.
The rumble had subsided, her path unobstructed now as she headed towards the doors with a twitch of her tail. Sapphire exchange? She cut a path easily and rounded the bend towards the corridor he described. Eyes peeled for a sign depicting baked goods she stopped short. A blond female swept in front of the shop.Â
She nodded in agreement with herself, this certainly was the recipient and the Miqo'te strode up to the lady, offering the pouch with no explanation.
The blond was about to question. She felt it and wordlessly grasped the female's hand, upturning it to cup the gil and curled her fingers over it. Elle humbly bowed her head before the maiden and turned on her heel quickly to escape, hiding with in the bustling crowd of the exchange, her tiny frame easily slipping away from sight.
"...Please don't leave with the money." He whispered.
Questioning eyes focused on his face. His ability to threaten lost with a sound of a whispered plea to not steal the Gil he was generously donating to a lady in wait at the bakery. Her ears mimicked her gaze, lowering to the pouch once more. He seemed kind. And that kindness should be awarded with the mirrored sentiment.Â
One ear lifted at the sound of a yell and rushing air. There was no time to think, she acted with speedy reflexes, standing and knocking her chair over with straightened knees. Her left hand shooting out and feeling the stinging slap of a metallic mug hitting her palm. The back of her hand gently tapping the Elezen's cheek, catching the projectile before it collided with the left side of his face.
She was leaned over the small table, wide gold eyes staring at him before narrowing and glaring into the direction of the rowdy group. The scarf slipping down to reveal her lips that she licked before heaving a sigh of frustration. They were acting like wildlings.Â
Gingerly setting the mug down on the wooden surface she picked up the coin purse and closed her eyes. Giving a bow of her head towards the elf and gestured to her weapons as a sign of good faith. He'd watch her items, she'd deliver the spoils. Of course she wouldn't steal. It was against her nature and she valued honesty and integrity over her own selfish desires. Money was important, but so was gaining a good reputation. Voicing this fact was impossible, so instead she'd prove it by actions.
The rumble had subsided, her path unobstructed now as she headed towards the doors with a twitch of her tail. Sapphire exchange? She cut a path easily and rounded the bend towards the corridor he described. Eyes peeled for a sign depicting baked goods she stopped short. A blond female swept in front of the shop.Â
She nodded in agreement with herself, this certainly was the recipient and the Miqo'te strode up to the lady, offering the pouch with no explanation.
The blond was about to question. She felt it and wordlessly grasped the female's hand, upturning it to cup the gil and curled her fingers over it. Elle humbly bowed her head before the maiden and turned on her heel quickly to escape, hiding with in the bustling crowd of the exchange, her tiny frame easily slipping away from sight.
