Inside a high-class manor amidst the spires of Ul'dahÂ
A shining well-furnished room was illuminated by the Ul’dahian noon sun. Soft-clinking could be heard from a glass of ice crystals, slowly melting in the sunlit beams. A lalafellin woman could be seen sitting on a table, her hands swirling the heavily inscribed crystal glass cup. Hihisa Hisa, daughter of the illustrious Hihijewa Cacajewa of the East Aldenard Distribution Inc., sighed as she stared at the slowly melting ice crystals. “Is there problem, madam Hisa?,†a nearby steward asked. Hisa ignored him and continued sighing at the glass, the steward maintained his position. He and many others of the house were used to being ignored, a almost universal trait of the Ul’dahian elite regarding low-ranked servants. That said, Mister Hihijewa paid enough and occasionally honored their service, even if his children did not.Â
Hisa closed her eyes and recalled a recent social engagement with a few other scions of the Syndicate, “Did you hear the rumors?â€, “A shadowy figure amidst Ul’dah,†“They say they’re looking for a cursed item,†“So many thugs and adventurers poking around,†“Did you hear what they did to that entrepreneur?!?,†“Really, someone should do something about this~â€. Hisa opened her eyes, brushing her blonde hair aside. In the sunlight, she appeared as a beautiful doll, if one could wrap up childish innocence into a frame forged by greed and ambition; her blonde hair ended in dark jet black highlights, as if the darkness creeped about her facade of a child, tainting her golden hair and casting shadows about; her bright eyes, of which many a suite complimented as being alike to that of the Sultana, gleamed in the light as they devoured the crystals of the glass, like a fire consuming a ornate church.
“Hmm.†Hisa murmured as the steward straightened in response, “Should we do something about this? Hmm~†She let out a smile with a look as brilliant as the sun, yet could also be seen as that of a rabid cat eying prey in the distance. The steward knew by now in his career that it would be pointless, if not dangerous to suddenly interject so he remained silent, eyes alert for the daughter of his master’s commands. “You. Fetch me my linkshells.†“At once, my lady.†As the steward turned to leave, he could hear Hisa humming, representative of her being in a good mood. Perhaps, he’ll get a bonus this moon after all. Or not… many of his fellow servants can predict the whims of their generous master, his wife and children, less so.
A shining well-furnished room was illuminated by the Ul’dahian noon sun. Soft-clinking could be heard from a glass of ice crystals, slowly melting in the sunlit beams. A lalafellin woman could be seen sitting on a table, her hands swirling the heavily inscribed crystal glass cup. Hihisa Hisa, daughter of the illustrious Hihijewa Cacajewa of the East Aldenard Distribution Inc., sighed as she stared at the slowly melting ice crystals. “Is there problem, madam Hisa?,†a nearby steward asked. Hisa ignored him and continued sighing at the glass, the steward maintained his position. He and many others of the house were used to being ignored, a almost universal trait of the Ul’dahian elite regarding low-ranked servants. That said, Mister Hihijewa paid enough and occasionally honored their service, even if his children did not.Â
Hisa closed her eyes and recalled a recent social engagement with a few other scions of the Syndicate, “Did you hear the rumors?â€, “A shadowy figure amidst Ul’dah,†“They say they’re looking for a cursed item,†“So many thugs and adventurers poking around,†“Did you hear what they did to that entrepreneur?!?,†“Really, someone should do something about this~â€. Hisa opened her eyes, brushing her blonde hair aside. In the sunlight, she appeared as a beautiful doll, if one could wrap up childish innocence into a frame forged by greed and ambition; her blonde hair ended in dark jet black highlights, as if the darkness creeped about her facade of a child, tainting her golden hair and casting shadows about; her bright eyes, of which many a suite complimented as being alike to that of the Sultana, gleamed in the light as they devoured the crystals of the glass, like a fire consuming a ornate church.
“Hmm.†Hisa murmured as the steward straightened in response, “Should we do something about this? Hmm~†She let out a smile with a look as brilliant as the sun, yet could also be seen as that of a rabid cat eying prey in the distance. The steward knew by now in his career that it would be pointless, if not dangerous to suddenly interject so he remained silent, eyes alert for the daughter of his master’s commands. “You. Fetch me my linkshells.†“At once, my lady.†As the steward turned to leave, he could hear Hisa humming, representative of her being in a good mood. Perhaps, he’ll get a bonus this moon after all. Or not… many of his fellow servants can predict the whims of their generous master, his wife and children, less so.
