The jolt of the reins in her hand proved true to Nahli's words as Baynard lurched forward anew; much to the disdain of Odette herself. Regardless, the smile that was offered in the miqo'te's direction was a warm one that sent the smattering of cinnamon freckles upon her bronzed cheeks dancing. "Any time, Nahli." she responded to notions of gratitude for offered aid.
Tying the brown-feathered chocobo to the nearest of the rickety rails that ran the edge of pathing to the lower sections below, Odette glanced to the nearby tents and worn blankets of clan-kin that gazed in their direction. Despite the fact that Q'Nahli had made a habit of spending the night every few moons it did little to stymie the attention they received for being there; whether it for the miqo'te, the pair of them and their intentions or the blonde highlander whom was unknown to them. Casting off the outer robe from her person, the shapely siren drew down her own minimal luggage and rolled out canvas bedding which only in slightly better condition than those around her.
"These people are here because they choose t'be." murmured Odette softly in Nahli's direction, lowering her voice so as not to be overheard. "We went from bein' a proud nation, filled with capable men and women. . . t'this? Conquerors turned beggars. It ain't an easy life, twelve do I know it, but there's so much more they could be doin' instead of sittin' here on their arses." A soft sigh left the woman's full lips as she shook her head slowly, conflicted opinions flitting across her features in brief. "I understand t'plight, I understand t'circumstances and twelve know I'd give every coin I had iffen I thought it could do some good here. There are good people here who dun deserve this lifestyle and who continue t'fight as they can, but. . ."
The men and women of Ala Mhigo had truly suffered much, that much was undeniable. In such, they had crumbled; tyranny, invasion, migration, death, rejection, oppression. It had all come to a head at the refugee camp turned home for Highlander old and young.
"Yer cause is a good one, Nahli, an' I support it wholeheartedly. . . but nae one can help those who dunnae choose t'help themselves. Dun mean we dunnae try though. Iffen a moment of solace, a moment of freedom and lifted weight is all that can be provided, then so be it. Let's inject life into these veins."
Tying the brown-feathered chocobo to the nearest of the rickety rails that ran the edge of pathing to the lower sections below, Odette glanced to the nearby tents and worn blankets of clan-kin that gazed in their direction. Despite the fact that Q'Nahli had made a habit of spending the night every few moons it did little to stymie the attention they received for being there; whether it for the miqo'te, the pair of them and their intentions or the blonde highlander whom was unknown to them. Casting off the outer robe from her person, the shapely siren drew down her own minimal luggage and rolled out canvas bedding which only in slightly better condition than those around her.
"These people are here because they choose t'be." murmured Odette softly in Nahli's direction, lowering her voice so as not to be overheard. "We went from bein' a proud nation, filled with capable men and women. . . t'this? Conquerors turned beggars. It ain't an easy life, twelve do I know it, but there's so much more they could be doin' instead of sittin' here on their arses." A soft sigh left the woman's full lips as she shook her head slowly, conflicted opinions flitting across her features in brief. "I understand t'plight, I understand t'circumstances and twelve know I'd give every coin I had iffen I thought it could do some good here. There are good people here who dun deserve this lifestyle and who continue t'fight as they can, but. . ."
The men and women of Ala Mhigo had truly suffered much, that much was undeniable. In such, they had crumbled; tyranny, invasion, migration, death, rejection, oppression. It had all come to a head at the refugee camp turned home for Highlander old and young.
"Yer cause is a good one, Nahli, an' I support it wholeheartedly. . . but nae one can help those who dunnae choose t'help themselves. Dun mean we dunnae try though. Iffen a moment of solace, a moment of freedom and lifted weight is all that can be provided, then so be it. Let's inject life into these veins."
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"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
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