It had been a long morning.Â
Whereas many folks were still jubilant and ready to greet the day’s challenges, J’Keera trudged through the crowded streets of Ishgard with one mission, and one mission only; to find the inn, throw Gil at the keeper, and flop into bed as soon as possible. She had risen well before the Sun, overburdened with chores and tasks, and had decided to tackle them all at the same time – in addition to polishing her new found Machinist skills.
In other words, she bit off more than she could chew.
Her boots scuffed the ground as she dragged herself through the crowds, meeting every bump and blundering person with a tight-lipped leer. Her clothing was stained with the ash from gunpowder, her normally bright, neat orange ponytail was severely unkempt, and soot smeared her cheeks in a most unflattering way. As the inn came into sight, her golden eyes lit up in appreciation – there, finally, was salvation.
Yet as she bee lined towards the structure, a pamphlet was thrust into the Miqo’te’s hands, causing her to stumble and halt her forward momentum, staring down dumbly at the object before connecting the dots and slowly, slowly looking up to its source. Oppression?
“Methinks the only thing oppressed here is my venture to the inn.†J’Keera muttered callously, her lion-like tail flicking in irritation. She glanced over the flier briefly and blinked at what she read, once, twice, in rapid succession. She then gave the Elezen a look of pure scrutiny, pushing the flier back towards her.
“I shan’t have anything to do with this.†She stated flatly,folding her arms. “Denouncing the Holy See is one thing, but Halone herself?†Her head shook in disbelief. “Explain yourself.â€
Whereas many folks were still jubilant and ready to greet the day’s challenges, J’Keera trudged through the crowded streets of Ishgard with one mission, and one mission only; to find the inn, throw Gil at the keeper, and flop into bed as soon as possible. She had risen well before the Sun, overburdened with chores and tasks, and had decided to tackle them all at the same time – in addition to polishing her new found Machinist skills.
In other words, she bit off more than she could chew.
Her boots scuffed the ground as she dragged herself through the crowds, meeting every bump and blundering person with a tight-lipped leer. Her clothing was stained with the ash from gunpowder, her normally bright, neat orange ponytail was severely unkempt, and soot smeared her cheeks in a most unflattering way. As the inn came into sight, her golden eyes lit up in appreciation – there, finally, was salvation.
Yet as she bee lined towards the structure, a pamphlet was thrust into the Miqo’te’s hands, causing her to stumble and halt her forward momentum, staring down dumbly at the object before connecting the dots and slowly, slowly looking up to its source. Oppression?
“Methinks the only thing oppressed here is my venture to the inn.†J’Keera muttered callously, her lion-like tail flicking in irritation. She glanced over the flier briefly and blinked at what she read, once, twice, in rapid succession. She then gave the Elezen a look of pure scrutiny, pushing the flier back towards her.
“I shan’t have anything to do with this.†She stated flatly,folding her arms. “Denouncing the Holy See is one thing, but Halone herself?†Her head shook in disbelief. “Explain yourself.â€
J'keera Sutos
Ultros, Balmung one day (haha)
Sunkeeper Bard
