Zhavi didn't often leave Limsa Lominsa's main city proper. There usually wasn't a reason to. It was easy to arrange for there not to be a reason to, which she often did; the scrubby plains and animal life outside of the city were something she disdained. She, a city girl, a gutterborn and slums-dweller didn't like to think of herself as fearing most things, but something about the flat land and endless openness of La Noscea got under her skin. The city was easy to understand, with its dizzying heights and numerous bridges -- was it so strange to feel the pulsing life within its iron and stone bound walls, and yet see only death on the plains? Zhi didn't think so. She didn't love the city, but she was a part of its bones. Every time she left it she felt as if she left some protective shell behind her, and was left raw and exposed. Yeah, okay, and the something-closely-related-to-fear.
It was with that unease in her that Zhi had left the main city proper so early in the morning that it could have been mistaken for the previous night. It was one of the few ways she could stand being outside of the city, under the comforting presence of the moon. She'd girded herself with her day-use knife and a dagger she'd kept for years; she wasn't formerly trained in the proper martial use of either, but she sure as shit weren't afraid to stab someone should the chance and the need arise. The only precious life she counted was her own.
Took her ten minutes to reach Moraby Drydocks, and in that time she'd already convinced herself twice over that her latest scheme was a mistake and a stupid idea all the same. Too bad she'd never known how to go backwards. Forward was the only direction Zhi'd ever been able to move in, even when it'd meant making mistakes. Maybe this was another one. Maybe this was one that'd finally take her down. Tch. She finally settled in the back of Naldiq & Vymelli's, sat herself on the bench with the view of the lumberyard. Captain Tyriont Gaidal was known to frequent both locations, and sure enough this was the only place she was like to see him that wouldn't be under the sun's glare in the next several hours. Seemed like she was always waiting like that, for some mark or another to make an appearance, for some recipient of shady goods or messages to relieve her of her burdens.
Today was different. She'd settled her other tasks, knowing she was taking a risk. Might cause bad blood, if she weren't careful. Might need to lie low, if she was seen going about this task. Might get her killed.
Somehow, it was that risk that'd drawn her to it in the first place. She hated risking her life, hated facing down men and women who wouldn't give a lick if she was floating face-down in the docks the next day, but somehow it was always what she lived for, always what she craved. She couldn't get enough of her own life. Piss on anyone who thought to scorn her for it.
It was with that unease in her that Zhi had left the main city proper so early in the morning that it could have been mistaken for the previous night. It was one of the few ways she could stand being outside of the city, under the comforting presence of the moon. She'd girded herself with her day-use knife and a dagger she'd kept for years; she wasn't formerly trained in the proper martial use of either, but she sure as shit weren't afraid to stab someone should the chance and the need arise. The only precious life she counted was her own.
Took her ten minutes to reach Moraby Drydocks, and in that time she'd already convinced herself twice over that her latest scheme was a mistake and a stupid idea all the same. Too bad she'd never known how to go backwards. Forward was the only direction Zhi'd ever been able to move in, even when it'd meant making mistakes. Maybe this was another one. Maybe this was one that'd finally take her down. Tch. She finally settled in the back of Naldiq & Vymelli's, sat herself on the bench with the view of the lumberyard. Captain Tyriont Gaidal was known to frequent both locations, and sure enough this was the only place she was like to see him that wouldn't be under the sun's glare in the next several hours. Seemed like she was always waiting like that, for some mark or another to make an appearance, for some recipient of shady goods or messages to relieve her of her burdens.
Today was different. She'd settled her other tasks, knowing she was taking a risk. Might cause bad blood, if she weren't careful. Might need to lie low, if she was seen going about this task. Might get her killed.
Somehow, it was that risk that'd drawn her to it in the first place. She hated risking her life, hated facing down men and women who wouldn't give a lick if she was floating face-down in the docks the next day, but somehow it was always what she lived for, always what she craved. She couldn't get enough of her own life. Piss on anyone who thought to scorn her for it.
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