The Midlander's attire had, as always, been chosen with careful discretion, the practiced balance of fashion and functionality. A long white robe garbed her figure, the canvas fabric preventing her skin and the attire beneath from both the harsh sun and sand of Ul'dah. In fact, barely an inch of her fair skin aside from her face was on display. Black leather boots with the smallest wedge of a heel covered her boots and ankles, silky white gloves masked her hands, and a small-brimmed hat rested atop her skull. To say that Faye was not a fan of the sun would probably be an understatement.Â
She walked along the Ul'dahn street, paying no mind to her surroundings. And why would she? Her ever vigilant guard was, as usual, at her side, and perhaps she believed she'd have nothing to fear even were it not for the Seeker's presence, heedless of the pouch of gil hanging from the belt of her robe. Instead, her blue eyes were fixed on a piece of parchment she held, studying it as she walked, occasionally glancing up from the directions to assess their location and scan the walls and placards of the nearby buildings for the correct address.Â
"I trust you'll be on your best behavior today?" she began to her Miqo'te companion in that all too familiar and almost motherly lecturing tone. "We don't need you spitting in anyone's--ah," she cut herself off as she laid eyes on the familiar Elezen standing outside a windowless building, folding the now useless paper she held and stashing it safely in her pocket with little need of the address now with her host standing ready and waiting.
"Here we are." She announced mostly to herself before striding up to Jaques, pausing a few paces away to offer a friendly smile and bob into a curtsy. "Good evening, Mister Jaques," she greeted as she straightened her posture. "It's lovely to see you again." She then turned toward the unfamiliar Duskwight stationed at the opposite side of the door, dipping into another brief curtsy. "A pleasure, sir."
She walked along the Ul'dahn street, paying no mind to her surroundings. And why would she? Her ever vigilant guard was, as usual, at her side, and perhaps she believed she'd have nothing to fear even were it not for the Seeker's presence, heedless of the pouch of gil hanging from the belt of her robe. Instead, her blue eyes were fixed on a piece of parchment she held, studying it as she walked, occasionally glancing up from the directions to assess their location and scan the walls and placards of the nearby buildings for the correct address.Â
"I trust you'll be on your best behavior today?" she began to her Miqo'te companion in that all too familiar and almost motherly lecturing tone. "We don't need you spitting in anyone's--ah," she cut herself off as she laid eyes on the familiar Elezen standing outside a windowless building, folding the now useless paper she held and stashing it safely in her pocket with little need of the address now with her host standing ready and waiting.
"Here we are." She announced mostly to herself before striding up to Jaques, pausing a few paces away to offer a friendly smile and bob into a curtsy. "Good evening, Mister Jaques," she greeted as she straightened her posture. "It's lovely to see you again." She then turned toward the unfamiliar Duskwight stationed at the opposite side of the door, dipping into another brief curtsy. "A pleasure, sir."
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