Mahvashi sat on the edge of her bed in the Quicksand, thinking hard as she brushed her long, long hair. Â It took time to do the job properly and it always gave her a chance to think, to sort things out. Â With the smell of her shampoo dulling her senses to the scents that lingered in the inn room (shades of lodgers past, meals eaten, baths taken or needed, heated armor...) she was able to actually focus.
The Coral Sea.
It was a good place. Â Good people. Â She hadn't really gotten a sense of most of them yet and had the feeling that they would say the same for her. Â Starting off in a company after working in Ul'dah for so long was strange, a bit discomfiting to be a face in a line-up when she'd been a star. Â Truth be told, she found herself lonely. Â When she met up with her company-mates, they all seemed to have stories with one another, histories, inside-jokes that she was clever enough to recognize but not privy to. Â Her talents weren't aiding her much- not yet, anyway. Â She just had to catch the tail of the dragon and she was sure she could tame it, eventually. Â It was like infiltration work- find the weak link and work your way in. Â The trouble was, they all seemed to draw strength from each other...
With a bit of shock, she realized that she was the weak link. Â It made her pause in her brushing for just a moment before she shook her head and resumed. Â Well, she'd joined looking for a challenge. Â It really shouldn't surprise her, she supposed, if the challenge that found her wasn't what she'd expected.
A thought curled into her head and she smiled. Â Challenges. Â The Grindstone. Â Shido. Â Quick and clever, though he'd blushed so easily at her flirting. Â She hoped she'd see him again, fight him again. Â He wouldn't catch her flat-footed, this time.
Honestly, the Grindstone had been the best thing to happen to her in a long time. Â Better than training with the Ishgardians, whose rigid structures made her chafe. Â No, the 'Stone was all flow and reaction, a place where she could use all her talents and skills in a way that felt dynamic, a way that felt good. Â Of course, fighting with unblunted blades had left her with a new appreciation for what her enemies must feel, not to mention some bruised ribs and a healthy wariness for 'unarmed' fighters. Â Still, it was fun, more fun than she'd expected, and a damn fine place to sight-see. Â Thank the gods for the heat of Thanalan.
The miqo'te continued to brush her calf-length hair, musing away the time with idle fancies.
The Coral Sea.
It was a good place. Â Good people. Â She hadn't really gotten a sense of most of them yet and had the feeling that they would say the same for her. Â Starting off in a company after working in Ul'dah for so long was strange, a bit discomfiting to be a face in a line-up when she'd been a star. Â Truth be told, she found herself lonely. Â When she met up with her company-mates, they all seemed to have stories with one another, histories, inside-jokes that she was clever enough to recognize but not privy to. Â Her talents weren't aiding her much- not yet, anyway. Â She just had to catch the tail of the dragon and she was sure she could tame it, eventually. Â It was like infiltration work- find the weak link and work your way in. Â The trouble was, they all seemed to draw strength from each other...
With a bit of shock, she realized that she was the weak link. Â It made her pause in her brushing for just a moment before she shook her head and resumed. Â Well, she'd joined looking for a challenge. Â It really shouldn't surprise her, she supposed, if the challenge that found her wasn't what she'd expected.
A thought curled into her head and she smiled. Â Challenges. Â The Grindstone. Â Shido. Â Quick and clever, though he'd blushed so easily at her flirting. Â She hoped she'd see him again, fight him again. Â He wouldn't catch her flat-footed, this time.
Honestly, the Grindstone had been the best thing to happen to her in a long time. Â Better than training with the Ishgardians, whose rigid structures made her chafe. Â No, the 'Stone was all flow and reaction, a place where she could use all her talents and skills in a way that felt dynamic, a way that felt good. Â Of course, fighting with unblunted blades had left her with a new appreciation for what her enemies must feel, not to mention some bruised ribs and a healthy wariness for 'unarmed' fighters. Â Still, it was fun, more fun than she'd expected, and a damn fine place to sight-see. Â Thank the gods for the heat of Thanalan.
The miqo'te continued to brush her calf-length hair, musing away the time with idle fancies.
