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“Can you get the next order out, Grace?â€
Another shout echoed from the walls of the kitchen, as the girl ran about, hoping her shift would end much sooner than planned. As usual, business was going well in the Quicksand, and the patrons were still eagerly awaiting service. clad in the usual desert garments a local would wear, Gratia med Tabern piled as many of the freshly prepared dishes onto a tray and nearly ran to each table, carefully flowing between each of the people standing around. “Sorry!†“Coming through!†“Careful! Hot plates and large mugs of ale!†The moment she returned back to the counter, a new line of dishes were laid about, ready for delivery. “Do eorzeans ever take a break,†she shouted back in question. It would be another bell or two until she’d have the rest of the day to herself, but it was worth it.
Stepping out into the city, she often wondered what it must have been like before the war ended. The Garlean Empire as her parents called it had fallen, and in the process, many of the people had moved around to show they weren’t quite the evil people they were expected to be. Like her parents had to comes to term with, it was certainly odd to see a lack of magitek in the city. Mumbling a little to herself, “it’s been YEARS since peace was established! Why are all the lamps still lit with flame?†Of course, even after complaining about the lack of technology, it was still a pretty sight. As the sun set and the streets lit up, it was a pretty sight.
Walking up to one of the vendors that lined the roads, she briefly took notice of his wares. “Something I can help you find, miss?†Glancing up, she push back some of her darker red hair out of her face and gave a warm smile. “Yes! I was wondering which of these teas you could recommend. You see, my father tends to get a little finicky, and my mother couldn’t care any less if she tried.†Carefully aligned on the table were a variety of tea leaves grown from around Eorzea. She hummed a little as she inspected each, looking for just the right one. “Hmm~ This one’s got Shroud leaves with rolanberry? How much?†It looked to be appropriate enough. While she may have resembled her father more, there were times she felt she hardly knew him. It didn’t help that there was a period of time in Gratia’s life he had been away. It was back during the war, and he’d left for something. As a child, she’d simpy cried, asking when he’d return, why he was leaving, and when the war would be over. Nearly seven years had gone by without even the slightest word, which was when her mother had nearly given up. She felt proud knowing there were no people more stubborn than her own parents, however. Resolved, she nodded and made contact with the merchant again. “Yes. I’d like to get a few onzes of this one,†pointing to the container. She could gift it at the next seasonal holiday. Eorzea seemed to have at least one a month.
Of course, planning a visit would mean having to schedule and pay for an airship. Just the idea of having to wait for such a thing made her jealous of the Eorzeans who could just teleport on a whim. It must have been useful to be able to conjure fire, or enhance one’s abilities with aether. She herself could not.
Handing over a few gil pieces to pay, she continued on her way. With work and shopping done, she could go to the local Ironworks shop and watch the mechanics work on the new magitek they’d once again try to pitch to the city. In the worst case, she’d perhaps ask if she could work on a few ideas of her own.
“Can you get the next order out, Grace?â€
Another shout echoed from the walls of the kitchen, as the girl ran about, hoping her shift would end much sooner than planned. As usual, business was going well in the Quicksand, and the patrons were still eagerly awaiting service. clad in the usual desert garments a local would wear, Gratia med Tabern piled as many of the freshly prepared dishes onto a tray and nearly ran to each table, carefully flowing between each of the people standing around. “Sorry!†“Coming through!†“Careful! Hot plates and large mugs of ale!†The moment she returned back to the counter, a new line of dishes were laid about, ready for delivery. “Do eorzeans ever take a break,†she shouted back in question. It would be another bell or two until she’d have the rest of the day to herself, but it was worth it.
Stepping out into the city, she often wondered what it must have been like before the war ended. The Garlean Empire as her parents called it had fallen, and in the process, many of the people had moved around to show they weren’t quite the evil people they were expected to be. Like her parents had to comes to term with, it was certainly odd to see a lack of magitek in the city. Mumbling a little to herself, “it’s been YEARS since peace was established! Why are all the lamps still lit with flame?†Of course, even after complaining about the lack of technology, it was still a pretty sight. As the sun set and the streets lit up, it was a pretty sight.
Walking up to one of the vendors that lined the roads, she briefly took notice of his wares. “Something I can help you find, miss?†Glancing up, she push back some of her darker red hair out of her face and gave a warm smile. “Yes! I was wondering which of these teas you could recommend. You see, my father tends to get a little finicky, and my mother couldn’t care any less if she tried.†Carefully aligned on the table were a variety of tea leaves grown from around Eorzea. She hummed a little as she inspected each, looking for just the right one. “Hmm~ This one’s got Shroud leaves with rolanberry? How much?†It looked to be appropriate enough. While she may have resembled her father more, there were times she felt she hardly knew him. It didn’t help that there was a period of time in Gratia’s life he had been away. It was back during the war, and he’d left for something. As a child, she’d simpy cried, asking when he’d return, why he was leaving, and when the war would be over. Nearly seven years had gone by without even the slightest word, which was when her mother had nearly given up. She felt proud knowing there were no people more stubborn than her own parents, however. Resolved, she nodded and made contact with the merchant again. “Yes. I’d like to get a few onzes of this one,†pointing to the container. She could gift it at the next seasonal holiday. Eorzea seemed to have at least one a month.
Of course, planning a visit would mean having to schedule and pay for an airship. Just the idea of having to wait for such a thing made her jealous of the Eorzeans who could just teleport on a whim. It must have been useful to be able to conjure fire, or enhance one’s abilities with aether. She herself could not.
Handing over a few gil pieces to pay, she continued on her way. With work and shopping done, she could go to the local Ironworks shop and watch the mechanics work on the new magitek they’d once again try to pitch to the city. In the worst case, she’d perhaps ask if she could work on a few ideas of her own.
