Standing on the stone steps outside of the Quicksand, Aya felt the sapping pull of a long day's exhaustion. The meeting at Black Brush had been less valuable than expected. Why did Shizu have her travel half way across the continent, let alone through the deserts of Thanalan, to meet a contact offering such petty work? Perhaps business really was just that bad at the moment...
At least she had run into a friend while waiting ~ though the stranger that accosted them with stories of his return "from the dead" and his quixotic quest to redeem his self-value by throwing his life away had left her more unnerved than anything. If matters had not been frustrating enough, the meeting had started late, and the sun had set before emerged from the local watering hole into the rapidly cooling evening air. Although a trip back to Gridania that evening was now off the table, she insisted on making the ride back to Ul'dah no matter how poorly dressed she were for the occasion: even Ul'dah had to be better than that grummy station.
Feeling the night's chill clinging to her bare legs Aya took in a deep breath. Holding it momentarily she tried to flood her mind with pleasant thoughts that would dispel the trials of the day. As she pursed her lips and closed her eyes, exhaling with a purposeful slowness, she stretched her shoulders back and bounced just a bit on her legs. Adopting a relaxed but erect posture, she drew a warm smile upon her lips and opened the door, stepping into the the tavern. While the glowing warmth brushed along her chilled legs, sending a tingle both welcome and uncomfortable through her, the heavy air of incense, scented smokes, spices, food, and alcohol assaulted her with an unexpected power. Her nose wrinkled momentarily, as her eyes squeezed shut to ward off the intensity of the sensations, before the brightness of her smile shone through once more.
She wears a short black skirt, with knee-high black leather boots bearing heels of a height ill-suited to the desert. They are speckled with dust and dirt, which similarly has made an assault upon her entire attire. She has tried to blend somewhat with the Ul'dahn style, wearing a loose-fitting tunic of rough cloth, the tie-string hanging limp and mostly open exposing a small black top beneath. Studs line her ear piercings, while bracelets and rings adorn her wrists and hands. Dry strands of grass mix in with her long blonde hair.Â
Making her way to the bar she glance down for a moment, suddenly realizing how disheveled she has become while traveling in Thanalan. Pulling some of the blown grass from her tunic she lets out a soft sigh and then continues on her way to the bar, trying to cast a smile both brave and genuine: there must be someone here interesting to meet!
At least she had run into a friend while waiting ~ though the stranger that accosted them with stories of his return "from the dead" and his quixotic quest to redeem his self-value by throwing his life away had left her more unnerved than anything. If matters had not been frustrating enough, the meeting had started late, and the sun had set before emerged from the local watering hole into the rapidly cooling evening air. Although a trip back to Gridania that evening was now off the table, she insisted on making the ride back to Ul'dah no matter how poorly dressed she were for the occasion: even Ul'dah had to be better than that grummy station.
Feeling the night's chill clinging to her bare legs Aya took in a deep breath. Holding it momentarily she tried to flood her mind with pleasant thoughts that would dispel the trials of the day. As she pursed her lips and closed her eyes, exhaling with a purposeful slowness, she stretched her shoulders back and bounced just a bit on her legs. Adopting a relaxed but erect posture, she drew a warm smile upon her lips and opened the door, stepping into the the tavern. While the glowing warmth brushed along her chilled legs, sending a tingle both welcome and uncomfortable through her, the heavy air of incense, scented smokes, spices, food, and alcohol assaulted her with an unexpected power. Her nose wrinkled momentarily, as her eyes squeezed shut to ward off the intensity of the sensations, before the brightness of her smile shone through once more.
She wears a short black skirt, with knee-high black leather boots bearing heels of a height ill-suited to the desert. They are speckled with dust and dirt, which similarly has made an assault upon her entire attire. She has tried to blend somewhat with the Ul'dahn style, wearing a loose-fitting tunic of rough cloth, the tie-string hanging limp and mostly open exposing a small black top beneath. Studs line her ear piercings, while bracelets and rings adorn her wrists and hands. Dry strands of grass mix in with her long blonde hair.Â
Making her way to the bar she glance down for a moment, suddenly realizing how disheveled she has become while traveling in Thanalan. Pulling some of the blown grass from her tunic she lets out a soft sigh and then continues on her way to the bar, trying to cast a smile both brave and genuine: there must be someone here interesting to meet!
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