P'rita once again waited for her feathery friend to return. When she did, the note attached to the bird was a treat. Taking the note, she read it with a little shock. They way it was written down and what words he used gave her the impression of being angry and annoyed.
"I must be annoying him..." she quietly said to herself, keeping the note in a small pouch for the time. She didn't mean to do harm or say he was stupid. Then again, when someone like P'rita, trained to have little interaction with anyone outside of family you bound to get somewhat lonely. The little chick pecked at her shoulder as if waiting for the next note.
"Sorry Incubo. That's all the notes I'm sending for now." P'rita said to the chick as she entered the Quicksand. Ah, the centerpiece of Ul'dah's adventurer's gathering place and the key location for her to learn more about anything at hand. Gossip, news or just innovations. This was the place. However it is not as soothing as say the streets since all the noise bounced off walls and were far louder. It was here that she took a spot in the corner and leaned against the wall. Thinking about how his recent reply made her feel like a pest. Annoying. It hurt her in a way but she didn't show it.Â
The chick on the other hand didn't want to stick around. Instead, opting to fly off to find Flynt. Not for bread but mainly to hang around him. No way he could talk or spread anything around through word of mouth. P'rita noticed him taking off and just let it slide. Her time relaxing alone, watching people pass by. Eventually seeing the various women. Their skins so vibrant and unharmed. Their clothes not only stylish but some even exposing more skin than P'rita is use to. How they flaunted their bodies or took pride in their builds. Some with more muscles and others slim but not bone slim. Short hair made to look beautiful and long hair for elegance. It made P'rita jealous.
Jealous that she could of been like this.
Jealous that they were all pretty.
Jealous of how minimal their wound count is compared to her.
Jealous of them all!
P'rita spat on the ground in distaste to it all.Â
"Their skins shine in the day and glow during the moon...I bet not even half of these so called fighting women even once stared death in the face and lived to tell about it..."Â
It made her situation worse, realizing her age and how she missed out on her own social life. Before arriving in Ul'dah and seeing Arala for the first time and after the Garlean invasion, P'rita traveled a lot. Faced many battles with scars still left to this day. Even suffering depression and loneliness. She grabbed her choker once more.
"No...don't think about that, P'rita..." she quietly told herself. Maybe she should get a pomegranate to ease her nerves?
Meanwhile, the chick would eventually find Flynt and kweh in joy to find him. Finding a suitable perch to land and inspect him. Curious just like his master. The chocobo's name on the front of his hat yet in small letters for some reason that read 'Incubo'.
"I must be annoying him..." she quietly said to herself, keeping the note in a small pouch for the time. She didn't mean to do harm or say he was stupid. Then again, when someone like P'rita, trained to have little interaction with anyone outside of family you bound to get somewhat lonely. The little chick pecked at her shoulder as if waiting for the next note.
"Sorry Incubo. That's all the notes I'm sending for now." P'rita said to the chick as she entered the Quicksand. Ah, the centerpiece of Ul'dah's adventurer's gathering place and the key location for her to learn more about anything at hand. Gossip, news or just innovations. This was the place. However it is not as soothing as say the streets since all the noise bounced off walls and were far louder. It was here that she took a spot in the corner and leaned against the wall. Thinking about how his recent reply made her feel like a pest. Annoying. It hurt her in a way but she didn't show it.Â
The chick on the other hand didn't want to stick around. Instead, opting to fly off to find Flynt. Not for bread but mainly to hang around him. No way he could talk or spread anything around through word of mouth. P'rita noticed him taking off and just let it slide. Her time relaxing alone, watching people pass by. Eventually seeing the various women. Their skins so vibrant and unharmed. Their clothes not only stylish but some even exposing more skin than P'rita is use to. How they flaunted their bodies or took pride in their builds. Some with more muscles and others slim but not bone slim. Short hair made to look beautiful and long hair for elegance. It made P'rita jealous.
Jealous that she could of been like this.
Jealous that they were all pretty.
Jealous of how minimal their wound count is compared to her.
Jealous of them all!
P'rita spat on the ground in distaste to it all.Â
"Their skins shine in the day and glow during the moon...I bet not even half of these so called fighting women even once stared death in the face and lived to tell about it..."Â
It made her situation worse, realizing her age and how she missed out on her own social life. Before arriving in Ul'dah and seeing Arala for the first time and after the Garlean invasion, P'rita traveled a lot. Faced many battles with scars still left to this day. Even suffering depression and loneliness. She grabbed her choker once more.
"No...don't think about that, P'rita..." she quietly told herself. Maybe she should get a pomegranate to ease her nerves?
Meanwhile, the chick would eventually find Flynt and kweh in joy to find him. Finding a suitable perch to land and inspect him. Curious just like his master. The chocobo's name on the front of his hat yet in small letters for some reason that read 'Incubo'.
