A short Elezen woman walked along the docks, her footfalls light and slow. Â The moonlight seemed to seep into her pale skin, glowing outward and reflecting light into her eyes. Â They were bright and gleaming, glazed over by the light of the moon. Â Her irises, a perfect blend between blue and green, were illuminated to the point that they appeared brighter than the whites of her eyes. Â Her hair was a deep, dark brown, worn in a braid which she had wrapped around the back of her head like a crooked halo. Â She wore a blue tunic with long, loose sleeves, using a leather belt to secure the loose clothing around her waist. Â Beneath it she wore brown pants, which she had tucked into the top of her knee-high leather boots.
She had both of her hands together, holding one another loosely at her bosom as she walked. Â She was watching the moon's reflection on the water as she walked, glancing down occasionally to look at the stretch of board ahead of her. Â She was smaller than the average Elezen, and her ears were quite short and very pointy. Â Despite the creamy complexion of her skin, her cheeks were flushed red, and seemed to be that way constantly. Â A small, dark brown dot rested on her cheek bone beneath her right eye, the only marking she had on her face.
She lowered her hands, her elbows pinned to her sides, her hands in front of her waist. Â She spread out her fingers, bringing the tips together. Â She would bring her fingers close, then spread them apart, repeatedly in a slow motion. Â She had just approached the end of the boardwalk when she heard soft voices nearby. Â She paused mid-stride, turning her head to see a gathering of people standing together at one of the docks. Â They all looked to be chatting comfortably among one another.
Should she try to join in? Â She had very little social interaction since leaving her home near Camp Tranquil. Â A large group would be easier to slip into naturally than trying to talk one-on-one with someone, right? Â No, she should just return to the inn. Â She should return to the inn and...forever wonder if she could have made friends tonight. Â She bit her lip slightly, twisting her head downward. Â In the worst case scenario, she would make a fool of herself and never see these people again.
She raised her head, her bright eyes gleaming with intense determination. Â She walked closer to the group with her slow stride, wearing a small, friendly smile. Â "Good evening," she said softly, but firmly. Â She could force confidence when she felt she needed to. Â Hearing the certainty in her own voice boosted her confidence enough to keep from immediately regretting her decision to approach them.
There was a Miqo'te woman, the only woman of the group more specifically. Â She seemed quite comfortable, carrying on with one of the larger men of the gathering. Â The large flame-haired Highlander was rather roughed up, however his good humor did not appear at all bruised. Â A male Hyur with black hair and a relaxed demeanor caught the Elezen's eye, for his garb was clearly Gridanian. Â She wondered if he was as unacquainted with the heat of Ul'dah as she was. Â Finally there was a blonde Elezen man. Â The shorter Elezen woman could not make heads or tails of his state at the moment, as he seemed to be silent although within the group.
OOC: I apologize for how long this post got o.o I got a little bit ahead of myself ^^'
She had both of her hands together, holding one another loosely at her bosom as she walked. Â She was watching the moon's reflection on the water as she walked, glancing down occasionally to look at the stretch of board ahead of her. Â She was smaller than the average Elezen, and her ears were quite short and very pointy. Â Despite the creamy complexion of her skin, her cheeks were flushed red, and seemed to be that way constantly. Â A small, dark brown dot rested on her cheek bone beneath her right eye, the only marking she had on her face.
She lowered her hands, her elbows pinned to her sides, her hands in front of her waist. Â She spread out her fingers, bringing the tips together. Â She would bring her fingers close, then spread them apart, repeatedly in a slow motion. Â She had just approached the end of the boardwalk when she heard soft voices nearby. Â She paused mid-stride, turning her head to see a gathering of people standing together at one of the docks. Â They all looked to be chatting comfortably among one another.
Should she try to join in? Â She had very little social interaction since leaving her home near Camp Tranquil. Â A large group would be easier to slip into naturally than trying to talk one-on-one with someone, right? Â No, she should just return to the inn. Â She should return to the inn and...forever wonder if she could have made friends tonight. Â She bit her lip slightly, twisting her head downward. Â In the worst case scenario, she would make a fool of herself and never see these people again.
She raised her head, her bright eyes gleaming with intense determination. Â She walked closer to the group with her slow stride, wearing a small, friendly smile. Â "Good evening," she said softly, but firmly. Â She could force confidence when she felt she needed to. Â Hearing the certainty in her own voice boosted her confidence enough to keep from immediately regretting her decision to approach them.
There was a Miqo'te woman, the only woman of the group more specifically. Â She seemed quite comfortable, carrying on with one of the larger men of the gathering. Â The large flame-haired Highlander was rather roughed up, however his good humor did not appear at all bruised. Â A male Hyur with black hair and a relaxed demeanor caught the Elezen's eye, for his garb was clearly Gridanian. Â She wondered if he was as unacquainted with the heat of Ul'dah as she was. Â Finally there was a blonde Elezen man. Â The shorter Elezen woman could not make heads or tails of his state at the moment, as he seemed to be silent although within the group.
OOC: I apologize for how long this post got o.o I got a little bit ahead of myself ^^'