-She was in a dash, nearly out of breath as she ran through crowds, and down to the docks. Luckily she was relatively small most didn't notice her slipping past them. Careful her weaponry didn't accidentally swipe someone. The tiny Miqo'te gestured a hand out as she darted down the docks towards the boat.
"Ah! Wait for me!"
She seemed like she was running quite late, her armor seemed heavy on her small frame. Though a nice fat bag of Gil jingled at her hip as she galloped down the dock with a commotion about her. Armor slightly clanging and her large axe strapped along her back was almost to large for her. Her white hair fell over her face as she stopped at the end of the dock inhaling a sharp gasp for air as she bent over. For the gear she wore didn't seem like being a marauder was much of a strong suit. Yet she swiftly took the air into words as she panted slightly,
"P-please tell me... This boat is going to Limsa..."
She struggled to regain herself, she was well weighted down with her pack and armor settled on herself. Her body forced itself upright as she remember the words of her mother scolding her for slouching and looking so weak with her gear assorted along herself. She forced a bit of a smile in hope for passage to Limsa, her tail coiled along her leg shyly though, a bad habit she was always unable to break.-
"Ah! Wait for me!"
She seemed like she was running quite late, her armor seemed heavy on her small frame. Though a nice fat bag of Gil jingled at her hip as she galloped down the dock with a commotion about her. Armor slightly clanging and her large axe strapped along her back was almost to large for her. Her white hair fell over her face as she stopped at the end of the dock inhaling a sharp gasp for air as she bent over. For the gear she wore didn't seem like being a marauder was much of a strong suit. Yet she swiftly took the air into words as she panted slightly,
"P-please tell me... This boat is going to Limsa..."
She struggled to regain herself, she was well weighted down with her pack and armor settled on herself. Her body forced itself upright as she remember the words of her mother scolding her for slouching and looking so weak with her gear assorted along herself. She forced a bit of a smile in hope for passage to Limsa, her tail coiled along her leg shyly though, a bad habit she was always unable to break.-
