It was one of those mornings where nothing was going right. The heat in Ul'dah's walls was stifling, the air dead and stinking with the heat. It seemed like people were moving slow with it, and Tani was no exception -- hurrying anywhere seemed like a losing prospect. She'd come to Ul'dah on business, and business, but ever since she'd stepped off the airship she'd fought the urge to turn right back around and go back to Limsa. If it had been anything simpler, she might have. Then again, probably the urge wouldn't have been so strong.
She'd been digging. Carefully, discreetly, and she'd been surprised to turn up what she had. So, she'd dutifully gone and done the errands that were her overt reason for the trip, and then, well, she'd followed the advice she'd been given. Her stomach was in knots. Moreso when she caught sight of Isabelle. She was sweating with more than the heat as she followed the other woman away from the main thoroughfare and into a warren of alleyways. What was worse was that she could smell her own sweat, her own fearstink, and it was a laugh to think that Isabelle wouldn't know it. But things had ended unsatisfactorily, back in Limsa, and knowing that what she was doing wouldn't be looked upon kindly only added to the stress of the venture.
But she had to know.
She had to ask.
When they stopped, Tani said what had been burning on her mind since Tasa had first told her the news: "Tell me what happened."
She owed Isabelle nothing. But still, she had to know.
She'd been digging. Carefully, discreetly, and she'd been surprised to turn up what she had. So, she'd dutifully gone and done the errands that were her overt reason for the trip, and then, well, she'd followed the advice she'd been given. Her stomach was in knots. Moreso when she caught sight of Isabelle. She was sweating with more than the heat as she followed the other woman away from the main thoroughfare and into a warren of alleyways. What was worse was that she could smell her own sweat, her own fearstink, and it was a laugh to think that Isabelle wouldn't know it. But things had ended unsatisfactorily, back in Limsa, and knowing that what she was doing wouldn't be looked upon kindly only added to the stress of the venture.
But she had to know.
She had to ask.
When they stopped, Tani said what had been burning on her mind since Tasa had first told her the news: "Tell me what happened."
She owed Isabelle nothing. But still, she had to know.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
