The sunlight broke through the clouds, and gave a brief respite from the rain and Melodia headed out and welcomed the day before her. Her patrol route took her through both the upper and lower decks of the city, and through the different worlds of Limsa.
Here, the markets of Hawker's Alley were bright, lively, and busy with life abound. Folks trading and buying, while the passer by oft times had to fight for space to get by. This was a Limsa she knew well, one that had demanded much of her attention as a younger woman. Though, truth be told, she'd been posted on guard duty here a number of times over the past year. She'd risen through the ranks fast and she knew why and dismissed the thought as it brought a fresh shade of red to her cheeks.
The lower decks were usually quiet, save for the docks. As she wandered, her boots making heavy sounds on the wooden planks (for she was a tall one), her axe shifting on her back with each step, she could feel the glares of the workers there. She was an unwanted presence...an obstacle for them making their coin and she hurried along, giving glances at the men and women there, ensuring thy saw her face, wanting them to know that she would be around again.
And again.
And again.
She felt strongly for the city and its people. She wanted the city to be just an fair and many of the sorry lot at the docks were keeping that from happening. The gangs, the smugglers, the pirates...they blatantly wandered the docks with an air of enititlement. Melodia hoped to remedy that over time.
As she was heading to the stairwell by the Fisher's Guild she was stopped by a young Elezen man, who'd beckoned her. As she cautiously approached she smiled, his look like the blade of a butcher's knife, eager to find something to cut.
"Wull, look at the pretty girlie come wanderin' in the wrong side'a town." He voice was raspy and worn, the glare he shot Melodia was accompanied by a contrasting grin. "Yer new....a freshmeat."
She crossed her arms and she glared at the man with hardened eyes, the scars across her cheeks gave her a look that she was familair with...only the uniform was different than she as used to.
"Lemme play it simple, girlie. You don' need to wander down here again. Take a break....get a drink at the Wench on us. Maybe find yerself someone ta ease you into tha city." His hand held a bag of what sounded like coins and his grin never changed.
She tilted her head and smiled at the man, though it was a venemous one that was an honest assessment of the man from her part.
She snorted and clacked her teeth a bit. "Ye're the bloody welcome committee. Here's my answer f'r ye and yer boys out there." Melodia leaned in and hissed the words. "Ye take that gods damned coin and shove it in yer arse. Ye ever try t'bribe me again an' I'll haul yer arse to the damn cells meself. Ye little shite...talkin' at me like I'm meant to be bought and paid fer." She laughed aloud and turned to walk away but paused before turning back, looking at the man, still stupidly holding the coin out in front of him, the smile wiped away from his face. "Might wanna hang onta it....ye all maybe movin' outta town soon 'nuff." She laughed and headed up the stairs to the upper decks of the city.
Here, the markets of Hawker's Alley were bright, lively, and busy with life abound. Folks trading and buying, while the passer by oft times had to fight for space to get by. This was a Limsa she knew well, one that had demanded much of her attention as a younger woman. Though, truth be told, she'd been posted on guard duty here a number of times over the past year. She'd risen through the ranks fast and she knew why and dismissed the thought as it brought a fresh shade of red to her cheeks.
The lower decks were usually quiet, save for the docks. As she wandered, her boots making heavy sounds on the wooden planks (for she was a tall one), her axe shifting on her back with each step, she could feel the glares of the workers there. She was an unwanted presence...an obstacle for them making their coin and she hurried along, giving glances at the men and women there, ensuring thy saw her face, wanting them to know that she would be around again.
And again.
And again.
She felt strongly for the city and its people. She wanted the city to be just an fair and many of the sorry lot at the docks were keeping that from happening. The gangs, the smugglers, the pirates...they blatantly wandered the docks with an air of enititlement. Melodia hoped to remedy that over time.
As she was heading to the stairwell by the Fisher's Guild she was stopped by a young Elezen man, who'd beckoned her. As she cautiously approached she smiled, his look like the blade of a butcher's knife, eager to find something to cut.
"Wull, look at the pretty girlie come wanderin' in the wrong side'a town." He voice was raspy and worn, the glare he shot Melodia was accompanied by a contrasting grin. "Yer new....a freshmeat."
She crossed her arms and she glared at the man with hardened eyes, the scars across her cheeks gave her a look that she was familair with...only the uniform was different than she as used to.
"Lemme play it simple, girlie. You don' need to wander down here again. Take a break....get a drink at the Wench on us. Maybe find yerself someone ta ease you into tha city." His hand held a bag of what sounded like coins and his grin never changed.
She tilted her head and smiled at the man, though it was a venemous one that was an honest assessment of the man from her part.
She snorted and clacked her teeth a bit. "Ye're the bloody welcome committee. Here's my answer f'r ye and yer boys out there." Melodia leaned in and hissed the words. "Ye take that gods damned coin and shove it in yer arse. Ye ever try t'bribe me again an' I'll haul yer arse to the damn cells meself. Ye little shite...talkin' at me like I'm meant to be bought and paid fer." She laughed aloud and turned to walk away but paused before turning back, looking at the man, still stupidly holding the coin out in front of him, the smile wiped away from his face. "Might wanna hang onta it....ye all maybe movin' outta town soon 'nuff." She laughed and headed up the stairs to the upper decks of the city.
