The journey to Limsa Lominsa was horrible, mostly because it seemed like every time Zhi looked up she caught an eyeful of sunrise. Nald'thal might as well have been using his scales to reflect the sunlight in her eyes for all the good he was blimming doing her. Her eyes felt gritty, as with her mouth and ears. Her whole head felt gritty, and maybe that was why she dug about her person and pulled out a poorly rolled blunt. Flint and steel took care of getting it lit, and a quarter-bell was spent inhaling and exhaling off it like she needed it for the purpose of existing.
Some days it sure as shit felt that way.
When her eyes came back to rest on Rurutani, the spires of Limsa Lominsa were visible in the distance. Another half-bell passed with her keeping him in sight, either in her peripheral or by studying him directly. She was unresponsive in that time, jiggling her leg where it was propped against the cart. Her eyes were bright, too bright, and her ears and tail were in constant motion. She was rubbing the edge of her tunic between her fingers.
Finally, when they neared the gate she hopped off the cart -- waving Rurutani to join her on the ground -- and tossed the stump of the blunt to the ground. She rubbed it out. "Yer Vivikuso Lilikuso. I'm callin' ye Flit. Mid-twenties. Sword-fer-hire. No family, lost in the Calamity. Blah, blah blah. Ye been out o'work fer awhile. Last time ye were on a job ye were double-crossed, an' ye didn't get paid. Ye've heard th'gangs in Limsa don't stiff their swords. So now yer here. An' now I'm showin' ye gangs what are worth trustin'. Here." She tossed him a bandanna. It smelled like her. "Cover yer hair. We're gonna get it colored."
She studied him, hands planted on her hips, an air of nervous energy hovering about her body. The end of her tail was twitching endlessly, her ears turning every which way at the slightest audio provocation.
"Ye unnerstand? While yer here ye ain't gonna be Rurutani no more. Not 'till yer ready t'cross wi' Jaded."
Some days it sure as shit felt that way.
When her eyes came back to rest on Rurutani, the spires of Limsa Lominsa were visible in the distance. Another half-bell passed with her keeping him in sight, either in her peripheral or by studying him directly. She was unresponsive in that time, jiggling her leg where it was propped against the cart. Her eyes were bright, too bright, and her ears and tail were in constant motion. She was rubbing the edge of her tunic between her fingers.
Finally, when they neared the gate she hopped off the cart -- waving Rurutani to join her on the ground -- and tossed the stump of the blunt to the ground. She rubbed it out. "Yer Vivikuso Lilikuso. I'm callin' ye Flit. Mid-twenties. Sword-fer-hire. No family, lost in the Calamity. Blah, blah blah. Ye been out o'work fer awhile. Last time ye were on a job ye were double-crossed, an' ye didn't get paid. Ye've heard th'gangs in Limsa don't stiff their swords. So now yer here. An' now I'm showin' ye gangs what are worth trustin'. Here." She tossed him a bandanna. It smelled like her. "Cover yer hair. We're gonna get it colored."
She studied him, hands planted on her hips, an air of nervous energy hovering about her body. The end of her tail was twitching endlessly, her ears turning every which way at the slightest audio provocation.
"Ye unnerstand? While yer here ye ain't gonna be Rurutani no more. Not 'till yer ready t'cross wi' Jaded."
