It had been the smell that had sent Tani out of her almost office. That smell of dead something, which she'd been unable to find (not that the warring relief and unease at not being able to find its source made it any better; if anything, it made her more reluctant to really look for it, alongside the knowledge that some small pest was living in the series of rooms, which she'd also been unable to find -- which was why, most days, she simply tried to ignore it), and which kept her thinking of the space as storage rooms rather than her office and attached archives. That and all the junk she'd yet to clean. She knew she should take care of it, but with everything that'd happened... well, it explained why she was in Ul'dah, instead of the Mist. Why she'd tried to visit Saiyah, and her brother, and failed at both.
Hadn't really tried at either.
Was ignoring both facts.
It was much more fun to lurk about the Weaver's Guild until she was chased out for being disruptive. Was it her fault she had numerous opinions she chose to share? ...Yes, yes it was. But that was part of the fun, and it felt good to crack a mischievous smile at the harried guild leader. Less good to be banned for a moonspan, but, well, some prices had to be paid.
When she got bored of making sidelong commentary at the atrocious stylings and quality of fashions shown off in the Quicksand, she took to the market. She bought something sweet that she really, really shouldn't be eating (especially considering how she spent most of her days sitting on her ass unmoving but for writing), defying her better judgement for a few bells worth of enjoyment. Sometimes it felt good to be wicked, and Tani was very fond of indulging in that particular pleasantry.
Her thoughts full of idle nonsense, she wandered the streets of Ul'dah, on the outskirts of faster traffic, letting her feet take her along too familiar paths. She gravitated away from the busier parts of the city, which was how she heard the music. New music, not the street performers she was used to seeing. Of a mind to be distracted (and, perhaps, distracting in turn), she followed the music to the fountain -- quiet, watchful; deciding whether or not to be a nuisance.
She paused in an archway, savoring her treat and the sight of the woman with her harp, glowing in the dancing light.
And the couple. They lit a wry smile on Tani's face, one not entirely kind.
Hadn't really tried at either.
Was ignoring both facts.
It was much more fun to lurk about the Weaver's Guild until she was chased out for being disruptive. Was it her fault she had numerous opinions she chose to share? ...Yes, yes it was. But that was part of the fun, and it felt good to crack a mischievous smile at the harried guild leader. Less good to be banned for a moonspan, but, well, some prices had to be paid.
When she got bored of making sidelong commentary at the atrocious stylings and quality of fashions shown off in the Quicksand, she took to the market. She bought something sweet that she really, really shouldn't be eating (especially considering how she spent most of her days sitting on her ass unmoving but for writing), defying her better judgement for a few bells worth of enjoyment. Sometimes it felt good to be wicked, and Tani was very fond of indulging in that particular pleasantry.
Her thoughts full of idle nonsense, she wandered the streets of Ul'dah, on the outskirts of faster traffic, letting her feet take her along too familiar paths. She gravitated away from the busier parts of the city, which was how she heard the music. New music, not the street performers she was used to seeing. Of a mind to be distracted (and, perhaps, distracting in turn), she followed the music to the fountain -- quiet, watchful; deciding whether or not to be a nuisance.
She paused in an archway, savoring her treat and the sight of the woman with her harp, glowing in the dancing light.
And the couple. They lit a wry smile on Tani's face, one not entirely kind.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
