Nahli's mount trotted on, giving the miqo nowhere near as much trouble. She couldn't help but to break into a smile at Odette's beast of burden. "Feisty isn't he?" She says, trying to cover her mirth, though she does not do so very well. Peering into the distance, Little Ala Mihgo was within sight, a modest shelter in the middle of a sun scorched desert. It had a beauty of sorts.
"Well, I take the sunlight upon arriving to settle in as good as I can. During evening I sing and entertain the refugees. If they need any aid with hunting and gathering, I do my part." She shifts on her mount to look back towards her companion. Leafsong continued to trot forward, every now and then loosing a loud "KWEH!". By now the sun was dipping down, preparing to descend beyond the horizon.
"We will be there before sundown. Usually I get a warm welcome. They appreciate those like us who give them the time of day. Unlike the damned merchants of Ul'dah. Some of them are good, many are not." Her lips press into a thin line, and she shakes her head.
"Well, I take the sunlight upon arriving to settle in as good as I can. During evening I sing and entertain the refugees. If they need any aid with hunting and gathering, I do my part." She shifts on her mount to look back towards her companion. Leafsong continued to trot forward, every now and then loosing a loud "KWEH!". By now the sun was dipping down, preparing to descend beyond the horizon.
"We will be there before sundown. Usually I get a warm welcome. They appreciate those like us who give them the time of day. Unlike the damned merchants of Ul'dah. Some of them are good, many are not." Her lips press into a thin line, and she shakes her head.
