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"The crows!" Yecely giggled to herself. "Sorry, that's what my granddad used to say about hunting down news stories. Follow the crows!" She smiled again. "I'm a writer. A journalist, to be more specific. I've got a little job at the local paper for now ((don't know the name if there is one, please let me know if I've missed it)). But of course it doesn't pay very well, so I have to resort to trying to break a big story independently." She sipped from her goblet of a glass, "which makes journalism sound much more exciting than it usually is."
"It's interesting, I think teaching is such a noble profession. Do you specialize in any particular field of study?" Yecely disengaged eye contact for a moment and looked around the tavern. The sly Elezen was at the bar drinking with his buddy now. She was interested to take a look at the woman who was just making somewhat of a scene right next to them but couldn't see her because Myra was in the way. Leaning over on her chair to take a peek seemed a little impolite, although tempting. She fixed her gaze back to Myra. She felt at ease talking to this stranger. They've only just met but it seemed like they knew eachother much longer. Yecely doubted that the feeling was mutual. Myra seemed reserved, almost cautious. "She still might think I'm trying to sell her something," Yecely grinned. She remembered coming back to Limsa Lominsa, her first day in a decade on this isle-city. It's as if every beggar, thief, and street merchant saw that she was new in town, tried their luck on her. Some succeed. Yecely remembered staring into the water, her own reflection looking back at her, cursing her for all those dumb mistakes. The same reflection now stared back at her from her wine glass as she took a large gulp while listening to Myra's reply.
"It's interesting, I think teaching is such a noble profession. Do you specialize in any particular field of study?" Yecely disengaged eye contact for a moment and looked around the tavern. The sly Elezen was at the bar drinking with his buddy now. She was interested to take a look at the woman who was just making somewhat of a scene right next to them but couldn't see her because Myra was in the way. Leaning over on her chair to take a peek seemed a little impolite, although tempting. She fixed her gaze back to Myra. She felt at ease talking to this stranger. They've only just met but it seemed like they knew eachother much longer. Yecely doubted that the feeling was mutual. Myra seemed reserved, almost cautious. "She still might think I'm trying to sell her something," Yecely grinned. She remembered coming back to Limsa Lominsa, her first day in a decade on this isle-city. It's as if every beggar, thief, and street merchant saw that she was new in town, tried their luck on her. Some succeed. Yecely remembered staring into the water, her own reflection looking back at her, cursing her for all those dumb mistakes. The same reflection now stared back at her from her wine glass as she took a large gulp while listening to Myra's reply.
I’m the bullies you hate, that you became.