Aya stepped out of the hallway, and into the main room of the Quick Sand with a smile on her lips. She looked upward, taking rare note of the atrium-like design of the building, its high ceiling that seemed to amplify any background noise from the chatter below. She looked about as a few patrons took lunch, and then stepped over to the bar to speak with Momodi.
She was dressed normally for her, a short skirt and high, heeled boots. A short cloak was draped around her shoulders falling to her knees, with a hood hanging against her back. She had put her hair up, a long braid wrapped around and helping keep everything in place, a pony tail left that hung down just below her shoulders.
The conversation was excited, and brief. She took a moment to pull her cloak fully over her bare shoulders, a necessary protection for the fair-skinned against the Ul'dahn sun, before picking up a small basket, a list, and a small pouch of gil. Â
With energetic steps she was soon out the door and on her way to the market!
She was dressed normally for her, a short skirt and high, heeled boots. A short cloak was draped around her shoulders falling to her knees, with a hood hanging against her back. She had put her hair up, a long braid wrapped around and helping keep everything in place, a pony tail left that hung down just below her shoulders.
The conversation was excited, and brief. She took a moment to pull her cloak fully over her bare shoulders, a necessary protection for the fair-skinned against the Ul'dahn sun, before picking up a small basket, a list, and a small pouch of gil. Â
With energetic steps she was soon out the door and on her way to the market!
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