Melle took to picking at a dock cleat as the Captain began to row. Maybe this time, despite her twenty-one years of failure, mind over matter would prove true - or not, when by instinct she whipped her head at the racket coming from the pier. Ooh, she regretted that.
Then she saw it, or could tell by his angry flailing: the livid expression on that Roegadyn ashore. Growing headache aside, this could not be passed up! He and his Captain-cleaver were too far from them to gain on them, wasn't he? Probably. Melle waved back at the fellow with an irrepressible grin while the Captain yelled out his reasons (typical), and nodded later when he told her to let it out over the ship's edge if she had to. Infidelity wasn't funny at all, or ever, but nothing could be done if the man had let this Elezen get away in a crowd. In that light, nothing could pick her up like the sight of random fury!
...And free things, of course! Melle tried to ignore the boat's infernal swaying as Faydrel tossed her the small sack. "Thank you, kind lady," she bowed her head in a mock-stately manner, pulling the bag open and showing Cima its contents. "Crystallized ginger? Never thought to try 'em..." Melle grabbed one, sniffed (smelled safe to her), and popped it into her mouth.
Her features twisted oddly at the sudden taste. She recovered easily and shot the woman a grateful smile. This was good, and she wasn't too bad, for a questionable stranger. (Wasn't whoever took this ship instead?) Especially if these worked. Besides, Cima would avenge her if she started frothing at the mouth. Sitting up straight and eating another, Melle offered her friend the bag of spicy-sweetness before turning and searching ahead for the Phoenix Flame.
Then she saw it, or could tell by his angry flailing: the livid expression on that Roegadyn ashore. Growing headache aside, this could not be passed up! He and his Captain-cleaver were too far from them to gain on them, wasn't he? Probably. Melle waved back at the fellow with an irrepressible grin while the Captain yelled out his reasons (typical), and nodded later when he told her to let it out over the ship's edge if she had to. Infidelity wasn't funny at all, or ever, but nothing could be done if the man had let this Elezen get away in a crowd. In that light, nothing could pick her up like the sight of random fury!
...And free things, of course! Melle tried to ignore the boat's infernal swaying as Faydrel tossed her the small sack. "Thank you, kind lady," she bowed her head in a mock-stately manner, pulling the bag open and showing Cima its contents. "Crystallized ginger? Never thought to try 'em..." Melle grabbed one, sniffed (smelled safe to her), and popped it into her mouth.
Her features twisted oddly at the sudden taste. She recovered easily and shot the woman a grateful smile. This was good, and she wasn't too bad, for a questionable stranger. (Wasn't whoever took this ship instead?) Especially if these worked. Besides, Cima would avenge her if she started frothing at the mouth. Sitting up straight and eating another, Melle offered her friend the bag of spicy-sweetness before turning and searching ahead for the Phoenix Flame.
"Melle. You know, like what bears do!"
