The creaking of spoked wheels crossing the wooden bridge was a common sound in the Float. The bridge's trusses would groan slightly in support of the weight that rolled across them. Still, it seemed like there was always something to look at on these carts. Goods from every corner of Eorzea; some had even traveled from as far away as the Empire, some came from even further abroad. The drivers were always a mixture: some flamboyant or smartly dressed merchants hauling their own merchandise, others grubby and grease-stained porters or muleskinners handling cargo for third parties in the cities.Â
As the two carts passed before her, Aya could not help but watch the well-to-do Miqo'te in the attention-grabbing red bandana. His pleasant smile irresistibly pulled a bright smile from her own lips as she raised a hand to offer a wave. From the corner of her eye she noticed the movement toward the back of his cart. As C'kayah watched, her eyes grew wide, and her mouth hung open for a moment as she shot quickly to her feet and gestured toward the falling cargo, dangling, precariously on the edge of disaster.
As the two carts passed before her, Aya could not help but watch the well-to-do Miqo'te in the attention-grabbing red bandana. His pleasant smile irresistibly pulled a bright smile from her own lips as she raised a hand to offer a wave. From the corner of her eye she noticed the movement toward the back of his cart. As C'kayah watched, her eyes grew wide, and her mouth hung open for a moment as she shot quickly to her feet and gestured toward the falling cargo, dangling, precariously on the edge of disaster.
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