(( What an incredibly adorable idea waaaaah ))
Her head was held low and her hands were busy, fingers clenched tight around two hefty canvas sacks. Jajara Jara's footsteps were light but metal instruments clanked and jangled at her sides like windchimes strangled of wind. For all intents and purposes she appeared insubstantial, unimportant, and Jajara carried herself in such a way as well.
As such, she took several steps past the lalafellow and his out-held linkpearl-onna-stick before her mind caught up to the notion that the words she had just heard might have actually been directed at her.
"Whuh," she stammered ungracefully. "Wha? Huh?" Large golden eyes blinked several times at this strange man (for surely it must have been strange to see anyone dressed so sharply in Ul'dah) while she wrestled with the question that had been presented.
"What.. do I like about Ul'dah? I-I, uhhh..." Jajara's eyes gradually eased into a squint as if suspicious, or at least peripherally aware that suspicion might have been an appropriate if not slightly impolite response. "I... w-well, the roads ain't quite gold like what they say, but... but it's gee loverly still, ain't it? Them towers an' all, the... the shapes an' colors in the stone an' tile. Blessed by Byregot's hand, reckon."
A strained smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she stared between her fellow lalafell and his pearl-onna-stick, as if awaiting a signal that she might have satisfied... What exactly was he after, anyroad?
Her head was held low and her hands were busy, fingers clenched tight around two hefty canvas sacks. Jajara Jara's footsteps were light but metal instruments clanked and jangled at her sides like windchimes strangled of wind. For all intents and purposes she appeared insubstantial, unimportant, and Jajara carried herself in such a way as well.
As such, she took several steps past the lalafellow and his out-held linkpearl-onna-stick before her mind caught up to the notion that the words she had just heard might have actually been directed at her.
"Whuh," she stammered ungracefully. "Wha? Huh?" Large golden eyes blinked several times at this strange man (for surely it must have been strange to see anyone dressed so sharply in Ul'dah) while she wrestled with the question that had been presented.
"What.. do I like about Ul'dah? I-I, uhhh..." Jajara's eyes gradually eased into a squint as if suspicious, or at least peripherally aware that suspicion might have been an appropriate if not slightly impolite response. "I... w-well, the roads ain't quite gold like what they say, but... but it's gee loverly still, ain't it? Them towers an' all, the... the shapes an' colors in the stone an' tile. Blessed by Byregot's hand, reckon."
A strained smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she stared between her fellow lalafell and his pearl-onna-stick, as if awaiting a signal that she might have satisfied... What exactly was he after, anyroad?
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