A "kweh" squarked from somewhere in the vicinity of Nahli's tail in a cloud of dirt-red dust, along with the thudding footsteps of a rambunctious chocobo and it's Highlander charge. Wrestling with the reins of a dark brown bird, Odette nodded in the miqo'te's direction regardless of whether or not the woman could see her.
"Nng. . . bloody bird." she muttered under her breath, snorting out the billowing dust that assaulted her nose. Peering upward from beneath the slight shade of a hempen hood, she squinted long lashes in the direction they were headed with some small measure of apprehension for a settlement long left behind. When her fellow Jackal had mentioned and then invited the Highlander to join her on by-moon visits she made to Little Ala Mhigo, it was with mild apprehension she agreed. After all, the miqo'te had come to her with a desire for feedback on lyrical content for such; it seemed only right that it seemed an appropriate time to look upon her people once more - regardless of the thoughts and opinions she may hold of the place.
The blonde bardess herself was dressed down, much as she always was, save for public appearances, though perhaps going that one step further for Thanalan sun and Ala Mhigan anonymity. An off-white, cowled robe flowed open over her usual exposing shirt and short-breeches, whilst a hood of the same hue was pulled upward over golden locks. As always, worn leather satchel remained slung over her shoulder, banging against the bronzed skin of a bar leg as she was thrown about. Additional luggage of violin remained fastened securely to the back of jostling saddle.
"What. . . ack!" a sudden jolt of her feathered mount send the bardess leaning to one side as it picked up speed without rhyme or reason. "What is yer normal routine fer these trips of yers when ye come out this way, iffen ye have one?"
"Nng. . . bloody bird." she muttered under her breath, snorting out the billowing dust that assaulted her nose. Peering upward from beneath the slight shade of a hempen hood, she squinted long lashes in the direction they were headed with some small measure of apprehension for a settlement long left behind. When her fellow Jackal had mentioned and then invited the Highlander to join her on by-moon visits she made to Little Ala Mhigo, it was with mild apprehension she agreed. After all, the miqo'te had come to her with a desire for feedback on lyrical content for such; it seemed only right that it seemed an appropriate time to look upon her people once more - regardless of the thoughts and opinions she may hold of the place.
The blonde bardess herself was dressed down, much as she always was, save for public appearances, though perhaps going that one step further for Thanalan sun and Ala Mhigan anonymity. An off-white, cowled robe flowed open over her usual exposing shirt and short-breeches, whilst a hood of the same hue was pulled upward over golden locks. As always, worn leather satchel remained slung over her shoulder, banging against the bronzed skin of a bar leg as she was thrown about. Additional luggage of violin remained fastened securely to the back of jostling saddle.
"What. . . ack!" a sudden jolt of her feathered mount send the bardess leaning to one side as it picked up speed without rhyme or reason. "What is yer normal routine fer these trips of yers when ye come out this way, iffen ye have one?"
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-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
