P'rita was a patient one, Curious to his reply. Her time walking through Ul'dah, idly ease-dropping on conversations and then some was part of her job. She always seemed uninterested but her ears could hear a lot. The noise of the crowd only turned into selected conversations. Tuning out the rabble and focusing on what was more interesting. That is until she saw her little friend fly down. The note on him was like a small present. P'rita opened it and the reply was at least something.
"Seems like my options are limited now." P'rita gently rubbed the underside of the chick's neck. She kept walking down, heading past the market and into the alleyways inside Ul'dah that the poor and some of the more law breaking citizens would take part in. She wandered with her mind on ideas, she figured she could make her own fun with giving him more questions. In fact, she got right onto the letter and wrote something down for him to read. She could of told him right off the bat but where was the fun in that?
"My favorite fruit is one that is considered expensive each one. Round like an orb and filled to the brim with tiny red gems. Born as a flower and develops a hard exterior. Find the right fruit and you get a prize." - P'rita
Surely he would appreciate a challenge as well. P'rita tied the note to the tiny black bird, sending it off as she continued her stroll in the city. Eventually ending up back around. The fruit she craved was meant to be shared in her opinion...but was that a justified reward? No. She might have to do something else instead. For the time she would stroll in the city without a care in the world. Humming a tune she remembered from her home.
"Seems like my options are limited now." P'rita gently rubbed the underside of the chick's neck. She kept walking down, heading past the market and into the alleyways inside Ul'dah that the poor and some of the more law breaking citizens would take part in. She wandered with her mind on ideas, she figured she could make her own fun with giving him more questions. In fact, she got right onto the letter and wrote something down for him to read. She could of told him right off the bat but where was the fun in that?
"My favorite fruit is one that is considered expensive each one. Round like an orb and filled to the brim with tiny red gems. Born as a flower and develops a hard exterior. Find the right fruit and you get a prize." - P'rita
Surely he would appreciate a challenge as well. P'rita tied the note to the tiny black bird, sending it off as she continued her stroll in the city. Eventually ending up back around. The fruit she craved was meant to be shared in her opinion...but was that a justified reward? No. She might have to do something else instead. For the time she would stroll in the city without a care in the world. Humming a tune she remembered from her home.
