Aya sighs and gives a pouting kick to one of the pebbles, sending it skittering across the beach. It had seemed like the perfect job, a short jaunt entertaining nobles on a luxury yacht cruising out of Vesper bay. It was a three day cruise, and she would have made more money on those three days than she would have in a month of serving ale in the Quicksand. She frowns and looks across the beach, “I could have bought so many shoes.â€
The guests weren’t the only ones indulging though, the drunken captain had hit a sunken rock in the middle of the night, tearing a hole in the bottom of the boat.
They limped through the night, barely managing to run aground on this island, though only the twelve knew where they were now. She looks down at her stiletto heels, the heels just sinking into the sand, “Blah… who knows what the saltwater will do to the aldgoat leather.†She stifles a sob, “I just bought these, it’s not fair.â€
Across the beach lie socialites in various states of shock, as if this was a thing that happened to other people. Currently they seemed more interested in fighting over the last of the food from the ship, untold luxurious delicacies spilled across the sand, already starting to rot outside of the cool confines of the ice crystal packed ships hold. Two men fought over a bottle of Ishgardian brandy worth more than Aya could make in a year, and she sighs lamenting what the dry sea breeze is doing to her skin.
Suddenly a scream pierces the air, a pair of monstrous claws emerge from the surf, grabbing the two men tussling over the bottle. People shriek and run off the beach as the giant crab brings its prey to its chittering maw. Aya rubs her forehead, “Why is life so unfair to me.†She gets up and stretches briefly, a series of a graceful movements that seem more like preparations for dance than battle. She runs towards the monster, through the panicked throng, her heels not seeming to slow her down. As she gets closer she scoops down and picks up a spar of wood, it is a remnant of the ship’s mast, one end a jagged break.
As she reaches the surf she tenses and then leaps, her form undergoing one lazy rotation in the air before she lands with the spar, point first, the jagged wood piercing the creatures thick skeleton and filling the air with yellow blood. “Don’t cry Aya…†She thinks as she looks down at the fluid soaking her clothes, “Maybe it will come out with a wash.†The creature collapses with a bubbling shriek, but after a moment attempts to regain its feet.
Aya bites her lip and looks down at her feet, “I *just* bought them.†With a growl she drives a heel downward into the thing’s brain, her heel snapping off inside its carapace. The crab shuddered for a moment, then finally collapsed.
She kicks off her ruined shoes and hops off the crab, plucking the bottle from the blubbering men.
“Please gentlemen.†She gives her best professional smile, “Leave the refreshments to the staff.â€
The guests weren’t the only ones indulging though, the drunken captain had hit a sunken rock in the middle of the night, tearing a hole in the bottom of the boat.
They limped through the night, barely managing to run aground on this island, though only the twelve knew where they were now. She looks down at her stiletto heels, the heels just sinking into the sand, “Blah… who knows what the saltwater will do to the aldgoat leather.†She stifles a sob, “I just bought these, it’s not fair.â€
Across the beach lie socialites in various states of shock, as if this was a thing that happened to other people. Currently they seemed more interested in fighting over the last of the food from the ship, untold luxurious delicacies spilled across the sand, already starting to rot outside of the cool confines of the ice crystal packed ships hold. Two men fought over a bottle of Ishgardian brandy worth more than Aya could make in a year, and she sighs lamenting what the dry sea breeze is doing to her skin.
Suddenly a scream pierces the air, a pair of monstrous claws emerge from the surf, grabbing the two men tussling over the bottle. People shriek and run off the beach as the giant crab brings its prey to its chittering maw. Aya rubs her forehead, “Why is life so unfair to me.†She gets up and stretches briefly, a series of a graceful movements that seem more like preparations for dance than battle. She runs towards the monster, through the panicked throng, her heels not seeming to slow her down. As she gets closer she scoops down and picks up a spar of wood, it is a remnant of the ship’s mast, one end a jagged break.
As she reaches the surf she tenses and then leaps, her form undergoing one lazy rotation in the air before she lands with the spar, point first, the jagged wood piercing the creatures thick skeleton and filling the air with yellow blood. “Don’t cry Aya…†She thinks as she looks down at the fluid soaking her clothes, “Maybe it will come out with a wash.†The creature collapses with a bubbling shriek, but after a moment attempts to regain its feet.
Aya bites her lip and looks down at her feet, “I *just* bought them.†With a growl she drives a heel downward into the thing’s brain, her heel snapping off inside its carapace. The crab shuddered for a moment, then finally collapsed.
She kicks off her ruined shoes and hops off the crab, plucking the bottle from the blubbering men.
“Please gentlemen.†She gives her best professional smile, “Leave the refreshments to the staff.â€
