Melle groaned in protest at Cima's nudging, shoulders in and knees bent in an attempt to stand her ground. She was all for finding old contacts and juxtaposing work and fun, the usual, but why'd it have to be a ship? If anything could get her down, it was the thought of getting on another swaying inanimate hellspawn ready to chuck her over at a moment's notice.
"I said I'd think about it," the Hyur enunciated, crossing her arms with finality until her friend's shoving eased and she nearly fell. She caught herself and Cima's hand just in time and feigned composure, coughing, "And I think swimming doesn't sound so bad! How 'bout a few planks and just our legs and feet? That's an adventure, right...? Cima!" she whined, "You know how I get queas...eated!"
The girl a full fulm shorter than her tugged her along anyway. Melle's stomach lurched as Cima motioned to a dinghy, its owners and their (suspicious) sign. "Hope they have big buckets." Then her expression shifted from perturbed to a scowl before resigning to their intended game face, pitiable whimper and all.
"Um, hello," she greeted the Miqo'te who'd sidled up to Cima, hunching her shoulders with a scratch of her elbow. "I'm Melle. She's Cima. We gotta get to...well, our adoptive...grampa over at Limsa. But we don't exactly have that much..." Eyes downcast, she shot her partner an expectant glance.
"I said I'd think about it," the Hyur enunciated, crossing her arms with finality until her friend's shoving eased and she nearly fell. She caught herself and Cima's hand just in time and feigned composure, coughing, "And I think swimming doesn't sound so bad! How 'bout a few planks and just our legs and feet? That's an adventure, right...? Cima!" she whined, "You know how I get queas...eated!"
The girl a full fulm shorter than her tugged her along anyway. Melle's stomach lurched as Cima motioned to a dinghy, its owners and their (suspicious) sign. "Hope they have big buckets." Then her expression shifted from perturbed to a scowl before resigning to their intended game face, pitiable whimper and all.
"Um, hello," she greeted the Miqo'te who'd sidled up to Cima, hunching her shoulders with a scratch of her elbow. "I'm Melle. She's Cima. We gotta get to...well, our adoptive...grampa over at Limsa. But we don't exactly have that much..." Eyes downcast, she shot her partner an expectant glance.
"Melle. You know, like what bears do!"
