"Yer more th'size of a chocobo. Too big fer any cat I ever seen," Zhi said, before her brain could keep up with her tongue. Ahh, it was easy to remember to be Joz in front of Lalataru, but this man -- well, he was street, like her. For all that Zhi went around sucking up information on a regular basis, pretending to be someone she wasn't for long stretches of time wasn't something she was used to doing. It made her slow as she thought about it, about how likely it was for a street brat to be timid and survive. Authoritative figures, she decided, would get the timid treatment. She'd be a little more of herself around the roe.
Dangerous.
Yeah. Exactly.
It didn't take them many steps before they were abreast of the roofing of the upper tier of buildings of the Reach, and then only a few more before they were on the first street. The tiers were narrow, perched precariously, and typically only one row of buildings deep before cut stairs and ladders lead to the next level down. And where that wasn't enough, little clusters of wood-and-metal hovels had sprung up here and there. But that wasn't it -- the adventurous had cut into the cliffsides. Some of those holes were old, some of them newer: all of them were claimed. But not all of them were full. Even with the rain, people were out and about their business: making trinkets to sell, repairing one thing or another, begging -- some even ate under ragged canopies, peering out at Zhi and the roe as they passed. Children were as prevalent as they were anywhere else, the more energetic among them zipping back and forth, splashing in the runnels of slurry that would take the worst of the accumulated effluvia away.
Zhi navigated the Reach deftly, avoiding the streams of water that careened off rooftops and the worst of the muddy ground. Even with the Reach being built upon stone, it could not wholly avoid dirt. Dust and grit from the mainland was swept to Limsa Lominsa by the wind, and it accumulated over time.
Someone was playing on reed pipes, accompanied by drums and a high, fluting voice. The reed player was the best of the lot. Zhi smiled to hear it, ears turning in its direction. Perhaps it was because of the music that she spoke to the man she lead, rather than ignoring him the whole way. "What's yer name, then?"
Dangerous.
Yeah. Exactly.
It didn't take them many steps before they were abreast of the roofing of the upper tier of buildings of the Reach, and then only a few more before they were on the first street. The tiers were narrow, perched precariously, and typically only one row of buildings deep before cut stairs and ladders lead to the next level down. And where that wasn't enough, little clusters of wood-and-metal hovels had sprung up here and there. But that wasn't it -- the adventurous had cut into the cliffsides. Some of those holes were old, some of them newer: all of them were claimed. But not all of them were full. Even with the rain, people were out and about their business: making trinkets to sell, repairing one thing or another, begging -- some even ate under ragged canopies, peering out at Zhi and the roe as they passed. Children were as prevalent as they were anywhere else, the more energetic among them zipping back and forth, splashing in the runnels of slurry that would take the worst of the accumulated effluvia away.
Zhi navigated the Reach deftly, avoiding the streams of water that careened off rooftops and the worst of the muddy ground. Even with the Reach being built upon stone, it could not wholly avoid dirt. Dust and grit from the mainland was swept to Limsa Lominsa by the wind, and it accumulated over time.
Someone was playing on reed pipes, accompanied by drums and a high, fluting voice. The reed player was the best of the lot. Zhi smiled to hear it, ears turning in its direction. Perhaps it was because of the music that she spoke to the man she lead, rather than ignoring him the whole way. "What's yer name, then?"
