The little Lalafell woman kept right on smiling as the Blade, then the Roegadyn, left. Package delivered. Humming to herself, she turned, took up her skirt with both hands, and skipped her way down Ruby onto Emerald, then turned right, headed for Sapphire and that which was beyond: the residential district that was The Goblet.
She sang a sea shanty as she went, garnering attention left and right as onlookers wondered at her. A few glanced over only to double-take mere seconds later: the shanty would've been familiar to more recent recruits of the Immortal Flames, and the voice which sang it even more so. Not one of those few breached protocol, though; not one gave any indication past a second glance that they recognized her. They knew better than to get their ears boxed good and proper.
The lass had very nearly cussed out her sergeant when he'd called her on her day off. The tone of his voice had permitted no dissent, however, and as he went on to explain, she had quieted down and followed his instructions. No time to lose.
"No uniform," he'd told her. "Wear something nice, let your hair down. They're so used t'you wearin' that helm that I doubt anyone remembers your hair color anymore. Sweets. Take some sweets. Buy some from Sapphire Exchange if y'don't have any. Now, listen very carefully, because y'won't have this pearl for me t'coach you through it later."
She had listened as she dressed in a rush, as she ran to the market, as she purchased half a dozen fruit tarts from an enthusiastic Elezen merchant, as he drilled the knowledge through her ear into her head over and over and over and over 'til there had been no chance that she wouldn't remember.
Crescent Cove. The Roegadyn woman with Wolfsong and Deneith. Wolfsong and Grimsong.
The linkpearl in the third tart.
Corporal Haruko Kokojo made her way home now, and no one stopped her.
She sang a sea shanty as she went, garnering attention left and right as onlookers wondered at her. A few glanced over only to double-take mere seconds later: the shanty would've been familiar to more recent recruits of the Immortal Flames, and the voice which sang it even more so. Not one of those few breached protocol, though; not one gave any indication past a second glance that they recognized her. They knew better than to get their ears boxed good and proper.
The lass had very nearly cussed out her sergeant when he'd called her on her day off. The tone of his voice had permitted no dissent, however, and as he went on to explain, she had quieted down and followed his instructions. No time to lose.
"No uniform," he'd told her. "Wear something nice, let your hair down. They're so used t'you wearin' that helm that I doubt anyone remembers your hair color anymore. Sweets. Take some sweets. Buy some from Sapphire Exchange if y'don't have any. Now, listen very carefully, because y'won't have this pearl for me t'coach you through it later."
She had listened as she dressed in a rush, as she ran to the market, as she purchased half a dozen fruit tarts from an enthusiastic Elezen merchant, as he drilled the knowledge through her ear into her head over and over and over and over 'til there had been no chance that she wouldn't remember.
Crescent Cove. The Roegadyn woman with Wolfsong and Deneith. Wolfsong and Grimsong.
The linkpearl in the third tart.
Corporal Haruko Kokojo made her way home now, and no one stopped her.
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