Her repartee elicited another great belly laugh from the roegadyn. Clearly, the girl hadn't met many chocobos, least of all Minerva. She was small (looked half a lalafell herself from where he was looking), yeah, but Taru hadn't mentioned she'd be funny. The runt had been more than a little high-strung when he'd come calling, starting and stopping in that goofy, fluttery way he had. Get these things at the market, he'd said. Go to this street, go with the miqo'te girl, eyes open, remember the way, remember her words, remember her home. Â
A weird job, especially from Taru, but Styrmsthal Tyrbsyn was a man who only had one question for his employers: Are you a pirate? He didn't know the little man well, but he knew that much, he liked the knee-high, and gil was gil. He'd burned through all he'd had getting home (and having some fun on the way), so this job came right on the bell.
"What's yer name, then?" he heard her ask. Eyes open, Styrm.
"Call me Styrm, kitten."
A weird job, especially from Taru, but Styrmsthal Tyrbsyn was a man who only had one question for his employers: Are you a pirate? He didn't know the little man well, but he knew that much, he liked the knee-high, and gil was gil. He'd burned through all he'd had getting home (and having some fun on the way), so this job came right on the bell.
"What's yer name, then?" he heard her ask. Eyes open, Styrm.
"Call me Styrm, kitten."
