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"Haven't seen you around here in some time, girl."
Night in Limsa was almost as busy as day, in different ways. Though the fishers had already checked out, the better to catch the morning tide, other seafaring folk were out, the stalls in Hawker's Alley doing brisk business. Folk of all stripes came and went, haggled and shouted and laughed and whispered. Travelers, longtime residents, merchants and pirates and the ubiquitous adventurers.
"Almost din't recognize you! With your hair all done up like that. Fancy-like."
Anstarra smiled at the highlander, a grin bright and infectious, which he returned. She then took a bite of the spicy fish wrap, and groaned in near-ecstasy. The man chuckled, shaking his head.
"I'm just glad your stall's still here. There's nothing like this in Ul'dah."
"Ul'dah!" The merchant snorted, and spat to the side in amiable contempt. "What's a sand-licker gonna know about fish? Huh? You come on back anytime, girl, we'll be right here. Hah. Ul'dah."
She grinned around another bite, and walked off, tail swaying. The sights, and sounds, and smells and tastes of the night enveloped her.
Some people meditated before going to battle. Some visited family, or spent the night in prayers, or celebrated until the wee hours. Some clung desperately to their lovers, warding off the knowledge that this may be their last night alive with the presence of those for whom they fought.
Anstarra had a spicy fish wrap.
It was good.
Tomorrow was another day.
Night in Limsa was almost as busy as day, in different ways. Though the fishers had already checked out, the better to catch the morning tide, other seafaring folk were out, the stalls in Hawker's Alley doing brisk business. Folk of all stripes came and went, haggled and shouted and laughed and whispered. Travelers, longtime residents, merchants and pirates and the ubiquitous adventurers.
"Almost din't recognize you! With your hair all done up like that. Fancy-like."
Anstarra smiled at the highlander, a grin bright and infectious, which he returned. She then took a bite of the spicy fish wrap, and groaned in near-ecstasy. The man chuckled, shaking his head.
"I'm just glad your stall's still here. There's nothing like this in Ul'dah."
"Ul'dah!" The merchant snorted, and spat to the side in amiable contempt. "What's a sand-licker gonna know about fish? Huh? You come on back anytime, girl, we'll be right here. Hah. Ul'dah."
She grinned around another bite, and walked off, tail swaying. The sights, and sounds, and smells and tastes of the night enveloped her.
Some people meditated before going to battle. Some visited family, or spent the night in prayers, or celebrated until the wee hours. Some clung desperately to their lovers, warding off the knowledge that this may be their last night alive with the presence of those for whom they fought.
Anstarra had a spicy fish wrap.
It was good.
Tomorrow was another day.
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