An immensely tall Elezen woman appears from behind Schezar like a spider on the wall, impossible to say how long she’s been there for. A moment, an hour. A year. Her reedy frame is encased in acres of sapphire blue silk, her torso held ramrod straight by a corset. Stiff fabric cascades from her narrow waist, looping and doubling back at impossible angles like choppy waves. A spill of inky black hair hangs straight as her spine and reaches well passed her shoulders. She is standing under an umbrella that matches her ridiculous dress and is peering intently from behind sunglasses at the little toy that betrayed Marisa.
What can be seen of her face is thin and angular, with nothing to soften the edge of her jawline. She looks like she hasn’t felt the touch of the sun in twenty years. She lists closer. A twitch of her hip brings her dragging skirts forward, rudely brushing Etoile’s legs.
“9 gil,†she marvels, as one bony hand equipped with unnecessarily long nails goes hunting through Marisa’s wares like a pale cave spider, “that’s a steal. An actual steal. I’d – seven hells, what is that – oh!†her voice gets abruptly shrill, hand pouncing on something. An earring. But does it have a twin? The hunt continues.
What can be seen of her face is thin and angular, with nothing to soften the edge of her jawline. She looks like she hasn’t felt the touch of the sun in twenty years. She lists closer. A twitch of her hip brings her dragging skirts forward, rudely brushing Etoile’s legs.
“9 gil,†she marvels, as one bony hand equipped with unnecessarily long nails goes hunting through Marisa’s wares like a pale cave spider, “that’s a steal. An actual steal. I’d – seven hells, what is that – oh!†her voice gets abruptly shrill, hand pouncing on something. An earring. But does it have a twin? The hunt continues.
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