She watched the practiced bow and returned it with a small nod. Kiss-ass…
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Andralyn waited while she was introduced, watching Zhavi watch her. She wondered how many rumors she was ticking off her list as her gaze moved from her boots to her burgundy tresses.
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A hand swooped under her as she pressed the short skirt to her legs before sitting, angling the chair at the table to allow her lengthy legs ample room to cross at the knee. Her hands folded in her lap as she studied this new face. Streetrunner…Zhavi.. She shuffled through a row of names and faces trying to find a place for the stranger. It certainly wasn't uncommon for Andralyn to not know those that stuck to the underbelly of Limsa, it’d been many years since she had to focus her efforts there, but some names always managed to stand out. She lived the example.
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“Zhavi, a pleasure to meet you,†her hands remained folded offering her a curt nod. Zhavi.. Oh yes.The trouble maker… She looked back to Clove, his..their little scheme coming back to the front of her mind. Her smile bloomed into a grin as she turned her attention to him, her mouth opening to speak. And then the miqo’te spoke.
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Her ears twitched at the accent,  A step above gutterspeak…
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Her posture remained nonchalant but affable and she worked to ensure the heavy draw didn’t return to her own cadence.  “Mm. There’s always some nuisance nipping at the heels of the successful and hollering about the impending doom of their opposition.†A shoulder lifted as she moved her gaze from Clove to Zhavi again.
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“It’s hard to know how useful your information would be without knowing it,†she lifted a hand, calling over a waiter, “What have you heard?â€
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Andralyn waited while she was introduced, watching Zhavi watch her. She wondered how many rumors she was ticking off her list as her gaze moved from her boots to her burgundy tresses.
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A hand swooped under her as she pressed the short skirt to her legs before sitting, angling the chair at the table to allow her lengthy legs ample room to cross at the knee. Her hands folded in her lap as she studied this new face. Streetrunner…Zhavi.. She shuffled through a row of names and faces trying to find a place for the stranger. It certainly wasn't uncommon for Andralyn to not know those that stuck to the underbelly of Limsa, it’d been many years since she had to focus her efforts there, but some names always managed to stand out. She lived the example.
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“Zhavi, a pleasure to meet you,†her hands remained folded offering her a curt nod. Zhavi.. Oh yes.The trouble maker… She looked back to Clove, his..their little scheme coming back to the front of her mind. Her smile bloomed into a grin as she turned her attention to him, her mouth opening to speak. And then the miqo’te spoke.
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Her ears twitched at the accent,  A step above gutterspeak…
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Her posture remained nonchalant but affable and she worked to ensure the heavy draw didn’t return to her own cadence.  “Mm. There’s always some nuisance nipping at the heels of the successful and hollering about the impending doom of their opposition.†A shoulder lifted as she moved her gaze from Clove to Zhavi again.
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“It’s hard to know how useful your information would be without knowing it,†she lifted a hand, calling over a waiter, “What have you heard?â€
