As the afternoon sun began to set over Limsa Lominsa, Adeya Evenar sat back and sighed in apparent frustration, her dark carmine colored eyes glaring down at the papers scattered on the desk before her. Most prominent among them was a half finished geometry, the ink still drying in places. It had clearly been causing the mage some trouble as well, if all the scratched out marks were any indication. Giving the spell a final scowl (though she knew it wouldn't help matters), she glances towards a nearby window, noting with some surprise just how late it had gotten while she wasn't playing attention. Still frowning, she pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, then with a decisive motion sets her pen down and stands. It was unlikely that she would be getting any further on the geometry tonight, and she figured that she needed a break from staring at the bloody thing.
"Or perhaps," she muttered under her breath. "What I really need is a decent drink."
With that plan in mind, several minutes later the Miqo’te arcanist walked through the door of one of Limsa’s bars. Upon entering she paused as she took a moment to survey the room; despite it being somewhat early there was still a decent crowd already gathered. As far as she could tell most appeared to be either sailors or pirates, and she could practically feel the latter group’s eyes on her, and on the red leather bound book she carried with her, as she walked up to the bar. However, if she was concerned about the attention she didn’t show it, save for one of her hands moving slightly closer to the book at her side.
Noting the brief drop in conversation and the blue haired woman who had just come in, the bartender nodded curtly in recognition. “The usual Adeya?â€
“Aye,†she said as she took a seat at a free bar stool. While waiting for her drink her eyes wandered the room, lingering for a while on a card game going on at a nearby table. At the same time one hand absently toyed with the blue fabric of her left coat sleeve.
"Or perhaps," she muttered under her breath. "What I really need is a decent drink."
With that plan in mind, several minutes later the Miqo’te arcanist walked through the door of one of Limsa’s bars. Upon entering she paused as she took a moment to survey the room; despite it being somewhat early there was still a decent crowd already gathered. As far as she could tell most appeared to be either sailors or pirates, and she could practically feel the latter group’s eyes on her, and on the red leather bound book she carried with her, as she walked up to the bar. However, if she was concerned about the attention she didn’t show it, save for one of her hands moving slightly closer to the book at her side.
Noting the brief drop in conversation and the blue haired woman who had just come in, the bartender nodded curtly in recognition. “The usual Adeya?â€
“Aye,†she said as she took a seat at a free bar stool. While waiting for her drink her eyes wandered the room, lingering for a while on a card game going on at a nearby table. At the same time one hand absently toyed with the blue fabric of her left coat sleeve.
