C'kayah yawned, enjoying the morning sun on his face as he led a lightly laden chocobo down the road toward Fallgourd Float. The trip, in general, had been a success. Brandy was always welcome in Coerthas, while several buyers of more esoteric liquids had paid handsomely for more secretive wares. He'd timed the night's trip nearly perfectly, arriving at the Float not soon after sunrise, in time for a late breakfast and a sleep in the sun, pausing a mile out only to change into something a little less travel stained - a coarsely woven grey silk tunic, laced loosely in front, and tight cream pants tucked into high Miqo'te boots. A silk bandana, bright red, covered his head and kept the clattering of the silver beads in his braids to a minimum. It always paid to appear both prosperous and civilized in the Shroud, especially for a Miqo'te.
He smiled pleasantly at the attractive woman who lounged on a bench just inside the gate. Her long blonde locks hid her exotically round Hyur ears and shone fetchingly in the brightness of the morning sun. He brought his chocobo to a stop directly across from her while another porter, just starting out, led his own bird across the first wooden bridge. The overloaded bags on that animal brushed his own as they passed, loosening the strap holding a bag. C'kayah, purring a silky "Good morning" to the woman, did not see. As he led his animal onto the bridge with its shifting surface, the bag slipped and then fell to the ground with a dull thud. The flap opened, and an ornate rectangular wooden box tumbled out, wavering precariously on the edge of the bridge.
He smiled pleasantly at the attractive woman who lounged on a bench just inside the gate. Her long blonde locks hid her exotically round Hyur ears and shone fetchingly in the brightness of the morning sun. He brought his chocobo to a stop directly across from her while another porter, just starting out, led his own bird across the first wooden bridge. The overloaded bags on that animal brushed his own as they passed, loosening the strap holding a bag. C'kayah, purring a silky "Good morning" to the woman, did not see. As he led his animal onto the bridge with its shifting surface, the bag slipped and then fell to the ground with a dull thud. The flap opened, and an ornate rectangular wooden box tumbled out, wavering precariously on the edge of the bridge.
