The winded Elezen looked as though she could faint with relief. Â She looked up at the Hyur offering his hand to assist her. Â She lifted her hand, pausing just for a hesitant moment, before taking his hand and climbing upon the cart. Â She had hardly regained her straight stance before a Miqo'te girl offered her a seat. Â Lorielle, being very shy and often very anxious in social situations, was beyond grateful. Â She smiled sweetly, a thin streak of her teeth appearing between her lips. Â She settled herself into the vacant space, crossing her ankles and settling her hands in her lap to take as little space as possible.
She allowed herself to breathe a soft sigh of relief, and took a moment to reassure herself that she had indeed made it aboard the caravan, and would not have to move again until they made it back to Gridania. Â She looked to the back of the cart, staring out at the dirt and sand under the early morning light. Â Ul'dah was certainly her least favorite of the three city-states. Â It was far too hot, and she had gotten sand in more places within her clothing than she cared to think about. Â But, she had to give it some credit, as the market was exciting.
She looked from the cascades of sand to the male Hyur sitting at the very back of the cart. Â He had raven black hair, and looked a bit...damp. Â She was not one to judge. Â If she could be soaked to the bone in cold water now, she would be delighted. Â Her gaze then turned to the Hyur who helped her aboard the caravan. Â She had gotten a good enough look at him when boarding, and obtained any knowledge she could have gained by appearance alone. Â He seemed content, and his relaxed state helped her feel secure that they were safe in the caravan.
Next her eyes fell on the three remaining passengers, all Miqo'tes.  The girl beside her seemed very shy, and rather nervous.  This was someone she felt she could relate to.  Maybe later in the ride, Lorielle would try to talk to her.  Wishful thinking, she thought to herself almost immediately after.  Across from her was another Miqo'te, tan, dressed from neck to toe in black leather.  She had seen the female Miqo'te glancing worriedly at him several times, but Lorielle's only concern was that he would melt beneath the desert sun in his clothing.  The final passenger she would be sharing the cart with was sitting nearest to the front.  He was the one who first spoke to her when she asked to board the cart.  He was currently smearing paint upon his face, and although she would have liked to watch and see what the finished product would look like, she felt it would be better to mind her own business.
After assessing the state of her travel companions, Lorielle looked forward and leaned her back more comfortably into her seat. Â Her bright aquamarine eyes took on an orange gleam as the sun climbed ever faster into the sky. Â She could see pink hues cast upon everyone around her, and felt that her already red cheeks would look as though they were radiating. Â She hoped no one noticed, and assumed no one would.
She allowed herself to breathe a soft sigh of relief, and took a moment to reassure herself that she had indeed made it aboard the caravan, and would not have to move again until they made it back to Gridania. Â She looked to the back of the cart, staring out at the dirt and sand under the early morning light. Â Ul'dah was certainly her least favorite of the three city-states. Â It was far too hot, and she had gotten sand in more places within her clothing than she cared to think about. Â But, she had to give it some credit, as the market was exciting.
She looked from the cascades of sand to the male Hyur sitting at the very back of the cart. Â He had raven black hair, and looked a bit...damp. Â She was not one to judge. Â If she could be soaked to the bone in cold water now, she would be delighted. Â Her gaze then turned to the Hyur who helped her aboard the caravan. Â She had gotten a good enough look at him when boarding, and obtained any knowledge she could have gained by appearance alone. Â He seemed content, and his relaxed state helped her feel secure that they were safe in the caravan.
Next her eyes fell on the three remaining passengers, all Miqo'tes.  The girl beside her seemed very shy, and rather nervous.  This was someone she felt she could relate to.  Maybe later in the ride, Lorielle would try to talk to her.  Wishful thinking, she thought to herself almost immediately after.  Across from her was another Miqo'te, tan, dressed from neck to toe in black leather.  She had seen the female Miqo'te glancing worriedly at him several times, but Lorielle's only concern was that he would melt beneath the desert sun in his clothing.  The final passenger she would be sharing the cart with was sitting nearest to the front.  He was the one who first spoke to her when she asked to board the cart.  He was currently smearing paint upon his face, and although she would have liked to watch and see what the finished product would look like, she felt it would be better to mind her own business.
After assessing the state of her travel companions, Lorielle looked forward and leaned her back more comfortably into her seat. Â Her bright aquamarine eyes took on an orange gleam as the sun climbed ever faster into the sky. Â She could see pink hues cast upon everyone around her, and felt that her already red cheeks would look as though they were radiating. Â She hoped no one noticed, and assumed no one would.
