Zhavi didn't particularly like chocobos. They were fine from afar, but close up they were. . .intimidating. It wasn't that she wasn't used to people being larger than her, but that was just it -- chocobos were not people. They were unpredictable, they smelled (rich, coming from her), and they left their shit everywhere. So, Zhi approached Gaidal from the direction opposite the chocobo. She strode with purpose, not taking any measures to hide her presence or that she approached him; the only sign that she was anything other than some grunt in the 'yard was the grimace the sun always pulled from her. And morning was, somehow, the worst time of the day. Even worse than high afternoon. Hours stretched ahead of them that would be filled with sunlight and heat, and Zhi didn't care for either.
Shouldn't pirates have a lazier schedule? Ugh.
"Cap'n Gaidal," she said as she approached, lifting her hand in greeting. She wasn't exactly a striking figure: her form was slight (scrawny, actually), and her skin showed the weathering of someone who has spent time in the streets. Scabs, scars and messy, wind-tangled hair were a norm for Zhi, and she bore them with the hard resolution of one who has accepted her status in life. Her expression was pleasant in a way, the kind that claimed neither friendship nor antagonism. "If ye've time, I've news that might catch yer fancy, seein' as it has bearin' on yer. . .reputation in th'shite side o'town."
Shouldn't pirates have a lazier schedule? Ugh.
"Cap'n Gaidal," she said as she approached, lifting her hand in greeting. She wasn't exactly a striking figure: her form was slight (scrawny, actually), and her skin showed the weathering of someone who has spent time in the streets. Scabs, scars and messy, wind-tangled hair were a norm for Zhi, and she bore them with the hard resolution of one who has accepted her status in life. Her expression was pleasant in a way, the kind that claimed neither friendship nor antagonism. "If ye've time, I've news that might catch yer fancy, seein' as it has bearin' on yer. . .reputation in th'shite side o'town."
