[Â This is my first time posting here for RP, but I figured I'd give it a shot! Â I'm working on developing Frejyalen's "voice" so forgive me if she's not entirely.. Cohesive just yet!
This is an OPEN RP, anyone is free to respond and play out the scenes~! Â But it might take a few hours/a day for me to respond (as I'll most likely be working). Also I'm on mobile so..sorry in advance for format errors?
Frejyalen's wiki is here, and her attendant is just a whipped up NPC.  He doesn't have a name yet, feel free to make one up or utilize him in your posts haha. ]
"Please...if yeh could..spare some gil.." an old beggar man crooned as they came through the Gate of Thal.
The phrase was a common enough occurrence in the lower rungs of Ul'dah that she should be used to it by now, but still the Lady's heart sank each time. Â She knew her attendant would think it ill-advised, but the Lady fished through her purse for a few spare coins and dropped them into the old beggar's hat.
"Thank yeh miss.." the old man said, but the lalafellan Lady put a paint-tipped finger to her lips to quiet him.
The attendant in front of her sighed, pretending not to hear the exchange. Â The Lady followed quietly behind the him, keenly observing the Jewel that she had not seen for quite some time.
As always the city's patronage was diverse and robust. Â The streetgoers happily carried out their business beneath the broiling desert sun, outfitted in the varying styles seen through-out Thanalan and beyond. Â The Sapphire Avenue was lined with it's signature stalls, the merchants of them engaged in a contest of whom could draw the most profitable crowd.
"You would do well to stay close, Lady Frejyalen," the attendant said to his charge, "One foot off the Avenue might lead you into a pit of snakes, trustin' as you are."
The Lady smiled calmly, lifting her head with a learned posture, her hands folded together at the small of her back. Â She stood at least three ilms taller than the other lalafell residents, and wore subtle red and white paints on her richly colored skin. Â Her silken robes were finely decorated, an embroidered sash tied about her waist.
"Pray, do not think me possessed of naivity," she said with a light chuckle, "For I have known this city before; I am no stranger, as one might think."
The attendant bowed his head, and they continued onward, perusing the stalls at a more relaxed pace.
[[mod note: for other's visibility, we have reset the text size back to the default instead of extra-large]]
((Thank you to the mod who fixed this, I could not tell on my phone that it was so big. Â ;^; ))
This is an OPEN RP, anyone is free to respond and play out the scenes~! Â But it might take a few hours/a day for me to respond (as I'll most likely be working). Also I'm on mobile so..sorry in advance for format errors?
Frejyalen's wiki is here, and her attendant is just a whipped up NPC.  He doesn't have a name yet, feel free to make one up or utilize him in your posts haha. ]
"Please...if yeh could..spare some gil.." an old beggar man crooned as they came through the Gate of Thal.
The phrase was a common enough occurrence in the lower rungs of Ul'dah that she should be used to it by now, but still the Lady's heart sank each time. Â She knew her attendant would think it ill-advised, but the Lady fished through her purse for a few spare coins and dropped them into the old beggar's hat.
"Thank yeh miss.." the old man said, but the lalafellan Lady put a paint-tipped finger to her lips to quiet him.
The attendant in front of her sighed, pretending not to hear the exchange. Â The Lady followed quietly behind the him, keenly observing the Jewel that she had not seen for quite some time.
As always the city's patronage was diverse and robust. Â The streetgoers happily carried out their business beneath the broiling desert sun, outfitted in the varying styles seen through-out Thanalan and beyond. Â The Sapphire Avenue was lined with it's signature stalls, the merchants of them engaged in a contest of whom could draw the most profitable crowd.
"You would do well to stay close, Lady Frejyalen," the attendant said to his charge, "One foot off the Avenue might lead you into a pit of snakes, trustin' as you are."
The Lady smiled calmly, lifting her head with a learned posture, her hands folded together at the small of her back. Â She stood at least three ilms taller than the other lalafell residents, and wore subtle red and white paints on her richly colored skin. Â Her silken robes were finely decorated, an embroidered sash tied about her waist.
"Pray, do not think me possessed of naivity," she said with a light chuckle, "For I have known this city before; I am no stranger, as one might think."
The attendant bowed his head, and they continued onward, perusing the stalls at a more relaxed pace.
[[mod note: for other's visibility, we have reset the text size back to the default instead of extra-large]]
((Thank you to the mod who fixed this, I could not tell on my phone that it was so big. Â ;^; ))
