The breeze wasn't enough. Move, she ordered the lalafel in her head even as she walked across the plaza to stare out across the ocean like any dimwitted tourist, keeping him in her peripherals. Move, move y'whelp.
He couldn't hear her, of course, and he didn't listen. She could feel the sunburn coming on, already had the start of a headache from all the gods-cursed reflecting the water did. Limsa Lominsa was all a Keeper could ever wish for at night, but get caught out during the daytime and it was a bleeding nightmare. Yeah, sure, Zhi had grown up in Limsa and had never been anywhere else in her life, but that didn't change the fact that it was seven kinds of hell to get caught out in daytime, or be forced to it. So what, though, right? She wouldn't have to pretend to be a in a heap of misery because she was going to die thanks to the little halfwit. And how was he not dying in that robe? Proof, she thought, that book learning never did anyone any good. Load of rubbish apt to addle the mind, that was it.
Her ears flattened as she loitered, ignoring the few sideways glances from nicer-kept folk who paraded themselves throughout the plaza like they were something good to be looked at. She knew the type, all fresh wealth and glutted on it, ripe to be plucked like the thief-bait they were. Yeah, just wait 'till they ducked into the shady Hawkers Alleys. They'd be lightened of their coin, alright, but they wouldn't be spending it. Idiots.
C'mon churl, get yer arse movin' afore th'sun addles yer wits further.
Zhavi could be patient. There was no way she could have survived without being patient. Add in the sun, however, and all bets were off.
He couldn't hear her, of course, and he didn't listen. She could feel the sunburn coming on, already had the start of a headache from all the gods-cursed reflecting the water did. Limsa Lominsa was all a Keeper could ever wish for at night, but get caught out during the daytime and it was a bleeding nightmare. Yeah, sure, Zhi had grown up in Limsa and had never been anywhere else in her life, but that didn't change the fact that it was seven kinds of hell to get caught out in daytime, or be forced to it. So what, though, right? She wouldn't have to pretend to be a in a heap of misery because she was going to die thanks to the little halfwit. And how was he not dying in that robe? Proof, she thought, that book learning never did anyone any good. Load of rubbish apt to addle the mind, that was it.
Her ears flattened as she loitered, ignoring the few sideways glances from nicer-kept folk who paraded themselves throughout the plaza like they were something good to be looked at. She knew the type, all fresh wealth and glutted on it, ripe to be plucked like the thief-bait they were. Yeah, just wait 'till they ducked into the shady Hawkers Alleys. They'd be lightened of their coin, alright, but they wouldn't be spending it. Idiots.
C'mon churl, get yer arse movin' afore th'sun addles yer wits further.
Zhavi could be patient. There was no way she could have survived without being patient. Add in the sun, however, and all bets were off.
