Sounsyy was in the process of tying her hair back into a short ponytail when she exited the lift. It had been a long time since she had come up this way to dine. Perhaps not since her last meal with Franz. When he had asked her to breakfast at the Grindstone, she could not refuse him. Especially here, high above the noise and politics of the Jewel below. Here it was quiet, serene almost. The desert winds whistling through the airship port and the distant hum of merchants far below on the Exchange.
She spied the Highlander as she came around the collumn and gave a short wave. She had dispensed with her Grindstone armor in favor of a mole brown tunic, black leggings, and boots. Her hands and forearms were bare, allowing visibility to passed injuries. Scars, burns, a missing ring finger on her left hand that was still bandaged. Despite her uncommon appearance, she seemed in good spirits and nimbly took a seat across from Franz.
"Morning Franz," she said to the red-haired man with the slightest upward curl at the edge of her lips, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting long?"
She spied the Highlander as she came around the collumn and gave a short wave. She had dispensed with her Grindstone armor in favor of a mole brown tunic, black leggings, and boots. Her hands and forearms were bare, allowing visibility to passed injuries. Scars, burns, a missing ring finger on her left hand that was still bandaged. Despite her uncommon appearance, she seemed in good spirits and nimbly took a seat across from Franz.
"Morning Franz," she said to the red-haired man with the slightest upward curl at the edge of her lips, "I hope I haven't kept you waiting long?"
