Excepting the cloak hastily wrapped around her, Aya was already dressed to barmaid. From the market she planned to head to the Quick Sand, and start her work for the day. She had not adopted the fashions that seemed to preside in Ul'dah, but looked instead like she had just teleported straight from Northern Eorzea. As she moved from stall to stall, weaving her way through the marketplace throngs, her unsecured cloak gave glimpses of the short skirt, high leather boots, and corset-style bodice she most often wore for work. Momodi thought the "exotic" look might encourage business, and make some of the foreign adventurers feel more at home in the Quick Sand. Ever one to feel fashionable in everything she did, Aya had been quick to agree.Â
She carried a woven basket on her left arm, containing an assortment of spices and ingredients, already purchased, to use in the preparation of the evening's special: Momodi's favorite lamb kebabs. The scent of spice wafted around her, mixing with the light dab of perfume she wore; down to the final drops of the Ishgardian fragrance, she used it sparingly, wondering when her supplier, C'kayah, might return with more...
She looked plaintively to the spice peddlar, holding a cup filled with peppercorns. Faced with those sad blue eyes, and bitten lip, the stoic Ul'dahn relented, accepting the proffered coin with a grudging nod, and a roll of the eyes. Turning away, the girl could not quite contain the smile that crept across her lips. Every gil saved was another she might enjoy; she lifted the small purse with her fingers, feeling the few coin remaining at the end of her errands, some of which just might not make it back to Momodi. She continued a short distance along the stalls the before approaching a display of jewelry.
Eyes widened, she leaned forward letting her long curled bangs fall from her hood. She carefully cared for those locks: washing, treating, and maintaining that hint of natural curl that made her hair slightly unpredictable. She felt it made her stand out in the Quick Sand, and helped with the steady tips and recognition that made the work more worthwhile. Yet, the same striking sight meant to catch the eye of patrons of the Quick Sand, would do just the same when trying to hide from curious eyes in the open market, rendering her "subtle disguise" rather less useful than she realized.
Her eyes, full with delight, moved quickly through the seemingly endless assortment of chains and gems, but it was a collection of belly-chains that really caught her attention. She couldn't help but think that whatever Ul'dahns may have lacked in anything else, they made up for it in their incredible variety of body-jewelry. "So beautiful..." she said aloud without thinking it, biting her lip as she hefted the small purse once more, knowing it was just not going to be enough.
She carried a woven basket on her left arm, containing an assortment of spices and ingredients, already purchased, to use in the preparation of the evening's special: Momodi's favorite lamb kebabs. The scent of spice wafted around her, mixing with the light dab of perfume she wore; down to the final drops of the Ishgardian fragrance, she used it sparingly, wondering when her supplier, C'kayah, might return with more...
She looked plaintively to the spice peddlar, holding a cup filled with peppercorns. Faced with those sad blue eyes, and bitten lip, the stoic Ul'dahn relented, accepting the proffered coin with a grudging nod, and a roll of the eyes. Turning away, the girl could not quite contain the smile that crept across her lips. Every gil saved was another she might enjoy; she lifted the small purse with her fingers, feeling the few coin remaining at the end of her errands, some of which just might not make it back to Momodi. She continued a short distance along the stalls the before approaching a display of jewelry.
Eyes widened, she leaned forward letting her long curled bangs fall from her hood. She carefully cared for those locks: washing, treating, and maintaining that hint of natural curl that made her hair slightly unpredictable. She felt it made her stand out in the Quick Sand, and helped with the steady tips and recognition that made the work more worthwhile. Yet, the same striking sight meant to catch the eye of patrons of the Quick Sand, would do just the same when trying to hide from curious eyes in the open market, rendering her "subtle disguise" rather less useful than she realized.
Her eyes, full with delight, moved quickly through the seemingly endless assortment of chains and gems, but it was a collection of belly-chains that really caught her attention. She couldn't help but think that whatever Ul'dahns may have lacked in anything else, they made up for it in their incredible variety of body-jewelry. "So beautiful..." she said aloud without thinking it, biting her lip as she hefted the small purse once more, knowing it was just not going to be enough.
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