With her thin wrist shackled again by the male Duskwight, he halted any progress of b-lining it to the exit. Now would have been the perfect time too, no need to dodge flying fists and tackles because the patrons were singing an unfamiliar tune.Â
He was... offering to coach her? Denying his gil before, he was still in her debt for doing what was possibly to simplest of favors. It did not seem fair. Was he planning to take time out of his busy schedule to meet and teach for absolutely nothing? No doubt it would turn cumbersome and then, bothersome. She was not the sharpest arrow in the quiver and was conscientious of becoming a burden to him.
But it was awfully tempting. To be able to inscribe her words properly? To actually read a book instead of staring at it in bewilderment?Â
She was not used to being in the presence of someone more than a couple ticks. So to sit and somehow enjoy drinks and conversation was a foreign routine. Her wounds consistently segregated her from obtaining connections. And yet, they proceeded to sway their shy companion into staying put.
And her reaction to the way the Elezen proclaimed 'friend' in her introduction was moving her free hand to adjust the scarf up higher and hide the blemished cheeks and bashful nature. It was first in a long time that she'd hear such a statement. Even if it was just a general statement, it was exceptionally kind.
What's more, the female chimed in pleasantly, offering up her services to help the Miqo'te through bribing a Flame into teaching her hand signals. Her gold eyes widened at the thought and flickered to Lazulle. Studying her for a moment in wonder. It was actually an idea she had pondered over for some time. Perhaps... she could start with the common alphabet? Supposedly, seeker tribes reflected these letters. But she forgot how many of them there were in Aorzea. Â Â
She shook her head, though. Bribery wasn't a means to getting what she needed and refused to do it. It was the easy path, but most easy paths held heavy consequences. But her interest was peeked.Â
And so, a little embarrassed by her flighty nature, she tucked her tail and ears and lowered her petite form back into her seat and shifted to get comfortable. Ampere was right, her eyes downcast staring at the man on the floor, the barkeep wouldn't let them leave anyway. So there she was, yet again, in front of the parchment, ready to listen to Ampere tell a story the female Duskwight coaxed from him.
He was... offering to coach her? Denying his gil before, he was still in her debt for doing what was possibly to simplest of favors. It did not seem fair. Was he planning to take time out of his busy schedule to meet and teach for absolutely nothing? No doubt it would turn cumbersome and then, bothersome. She was not the sharpest arrow in the quiver and was conscientious of becoming a burden to him.
But it was awfully tempting. To be able to inscribe her words properly? To actually read a book instead of staring at it in bewilderment?Â
She was not used to being in the presence of someone more than a couple ticks. So to sit and somehow enjoy drinks and conversation was a foreign routine. Her wounds consistently segregated her from obtaining connections. And yet, they proceeded to sway their shy companion into staying put.
And her reaction to the way the Elezen proclaimed 'friend' in her introduction was moving her free hand to adjust the scarf up higher and hide the blemished cheeks and bashful nature. It was first in a long time that she'd hear such a statement. Even if it was just a general statement, it was exceptionally kind.
What's more, the female chimed in pleasantly, offering up her services to help the Miqo'te through bribing a Flame into teaching her hand signals. Her gold eyes widened at the thought and flickered to Lazulle. Studying her for a moment in wonder. It was actually an idea she had pondered over for some time. Perhaps... she could start with the common alphabet? Supposedly, seeker tribes reflected these letters. But she forgot how many of them there were in Aorzea. Â Â
She shook her head, though. Bribery wasn't a means to getting what she needed and refused to do it. It was the easy path, but most easy paths held heavy consequences. But her interest was peeked.Â
And so, a little embarrassed by her flighty nature, she tucked her tail and ears and lowered her petite form back into her seat and shifted to get comfortable. Ampere was right, her eyes downcast staring at the man on the floor, the barkeep wouldn't let them leave anyway. So there she was, yet again, in front of the parchment, ready to listen to Ampere tell a story the female Duskwight coaxed from him.
