Waiting. In the past, Miza may have let her lack of patience get the better of her, but the passing of many moons had tempered her impatience to be a little more tolerable. Especially when it came to waiting on friends. The tanned Miqo'te had been sitting out in the fields outside of Limsa Lominsa for a few bells now. If there was one thing she had come to miss in her time out to sea, it was the feeling of grass between her fingers. She smiled sweetly to herself as she watched her long fingers caress the various green blades that surrounded her.
As the wind brushed against her cheek, Miza looked up to discover her new friend, Flit, finally making his way over for the training session the two of them had scheduled the night before. An eager expression consumed Miza's face and she sprung up with two smaller axes hoisted over her accompanying shoulders. That same expression almost vanished instantly when she noticed Flit was carrying two swords as he got closer.
"Uh..." Still holding both axes, Miza looked around herself awkwardly as if searching for another person in the area for clarification. "I don't s'pose ya know who might be trainin' who...er, do ya Flit?"
As the wind brushed against her cheek, Miza looked up to discover her new friend, Flit, finally making his way over for the training session the two of them had scheduled the night before. An eager expression consumed Miza's face and she sprung up with two smaller axes hoisted over her accompanying shoulders. That same expression almost vanished instantly when she noticed Flit was carrying two swords as he got closer.
"Uh..." Still holding both axes, Miza looked around herself awkwardly as if searching for another person in the area for clarification. "I don't s'pose ya know who might be trainin' who...er, do ya Flit?"
