P'rita, returning from a rough day in her dealings, smelling like cheap booze through her clothes checked in on Arala's child, Sogno. The bright skinned child happy to see her 'Aunt' while she was living at her Grandfather until Arala's name was cleared.Â
She combed through her short hey black hair for any signs of glass fragments, striping down her attire to clean herself of the smell. The warm bath with a healing salve cleaned her minor wounds up with ease and relieved most aches. Her time in the bath was spent looking up at the ceiling in a trance, her recent spar with the Hyur named Flynt was fun and all, but she could not pinpoint what made her really interested in the guy.Â
"...He is a fool..." P'rita whispered, caressing her neck where the visible cut wound remained on her body. Horrible memories she dared not show. The rest of her body had various wounds from burns to slices. All from years of fighting and working. Just seeing such battlescars slowly reminded the Keeper of what she could of been. Her envy emerald eyes dimmed at the thought.
Finally she would emerge from the bath, cleaned from the smell and wearing a more casual piece that was common for Eorzeans and hiding the neck injury with a choker. She noticed the male Keeper before her kneeling at the short table. His moon white eyes and small heard showed his age. His skin as dark as the night as was his hair. Both his arms replaced with metal prosthetics made by someone named Ninifae Nira. The food laid out and waiting of a typical Doman dinner while the other setting was a common place Ul'dah dish with meat.
"Master, you eat meat? Since when?" P'rita asked, kneeling at her side. The Keeper smiled and replied "Since I came to Ul'dah. I had to fool people after all." he said. Cutting into the junk of cooked meat to consume. P'rita meanwhile took her time with small notes of her dishes. Taking much care to eat her rice. It was quiet....and then P'rita asked...
"Am I pretty?"Â
The keeper male blinked his eyes in confusion.
"Of course...but why did you- oh. I bet you found a guy you like." the old man chuckled just as a knife whizzed by his head.
"Shut up! I asked because I was given that compliment before and...well...I never had someone compliment me a lot before." the flustered woman admitted. She couldn't speak of his name since she may not know if her master knew him. The old keeper thought for a moment, then said...
"You are interested in this guy. Right?"
To which she replied in a very flustered manner.
"Yeah. I mean, the guy is mysterious and no information exists about him from what I could find on my own. I feel like it gives me a real challenge to find out more. What his favorite food is, his hobbies, what fighting stances he knows....but then again..." P'rita placed her utensils down and in a somber tone added onto that.
"He would never really settle on one girl. I get the feeling he doesn't want one girl. That he may really want a child. That maybe he humors me because of my loss...or he could just be playing my emotions. Acting all charming and swave for his own sick reason." again, she grabbed the choker around her neck like a tick. Painful reminders.Â
"I'm useless...garbage...I'm banged up and scratched. I can't bear children. I can't cook the local food well. He is better off with girls his own age." she spent her time stirring her soup and watching the small tofu pieces float about. Never touching each other as the fish based broth settled. The old man quietly sat and listened. He then flicked P'rita's forehead lightly.
"You are an idiot. I didn't train you to be this melancholy. You don't need to be the brightest and vibrant blade in the shop. They shatter in an instant...but honed and dirty blades will be forever cared for. Resistant to harm and endure pain. Beauty is not on the surface. He shows interest in you, right?"Â
P'rita was silent. Thinking to how Flynt acted and even chased after her. Sure it was brief but despite what they said, she felt some confidence. It made her determined to find more about him.
"I'll try...but I don't want another broken heart." she said, rubbing the collar on her neck. The old man chuckled. "That is more like it. Be cautious and if he is not into you then so be it."
That night, P'rita wrote a small message and handed it to her tint black Chocobo chick. "Here...give this to the Hyena. It is priority mail." and with a chirp the chick took off into the night. Looking for Flynt. Hoping to find him.
"Write your favorite food and send it back to me. -P'rita"
She combed through her short hey black hair for any signs of glass fragments, striping down her attire to clean herself of the smell. The warm bath with a healing salve cleaned her minor wounds up with ease and relieved most aches. Her time in the bath was spent looking up at the ceiling in a trance, her recent spar with the Hyur named Flynt was fun and all, but she could not pinpoint what made her really interested in the guy.Â
"...He is a fool..." P'rita whispered, caressing her neck where the visible cut wound remained on her body. Horrible memories she dared not show. The rest of her body had various wounds from burns to slices. All from years of fighting and working. Just seeing such battlescars slowly reminded the Keeper of what she could of been. Her envy emerald eyes dimmed at the thought.
Finally she would emerge from the bath, cleaned from the smell and wearing a more casual piece that was common for Eorzeans and hiding the neck injury with a choker. She noticed the male Keeper before her kneeling at the short table. His moon white eyes and small heard showed his age. His skin as dark as the night as was his hair. Both his arms replaced with metal prosthetics made by someone named Ninifae Nira. The food laid out and waiting of a typical Doman dinner while the other setting was a common place Ul'dah dish with meat.
"Master, you eat meat? Since when?" P'rita asked, kneeling at her side. The Keeper smiled and replied "Since I came to Ul'dah. I had to fool people after all." he said. Cutting into the junk of cooked meat to consume. P'rita meanwhile took her time with small notes of her dishes. Taking much care to eat her rice. It was quiet....and then P'rita asked...
"Am I pretty?"Â
The keeper male blinked his eyes in confusion.
"Of course...but why did you- oh. I bet you found a guy you like." the old man chuckled just as a knife whizzed by his head.
"Shut up! I asked because I was given that compliment before and...well...I never had someone compliment me a lot before." the flustered woman admitted. She couldn't speak of his name since she may not know if her master knew him. The old keeper thought for a moment, then said...
"You are interested in this guy. Right?"
To which she replied in a very flustered manner.
"Yeah. I mean, the guy is mysterious and no information exists about him from what I could find on my own. I feel like it gives me a real challenge to find out more. What his favorite food is, his hobbies, what fighting stances he knows....but then again..." P'rita placed her utensils down and in a somber tone added onto that.
"He would never really settle on one girl. I get the feeling he doesn't want one girl. That he may really want a child. That maybe he humors me because of my loss...or he could just be playing my emotions. Acting all charming and swave for his own sick reason." again, she grabbed the choker around her neck like a tick. Painful reminders.Â
"I'm useless...garbage...I'm banged up and scratched. I can't bear children. I can't cook the local food well. He is better off with girls his own age." she spent her time stirring her soup and watching the small tofu pieces float about. Never touching each other as the fish based broth settled. The old man quietly sat and listened. He then flicked P'rita's forehead lightly.
"You are an idiot. I didn't train you to be this melancholy. You don't need to be the brightest and vibrant blade in the shop. They shatter in an instant...but honed and dirty blades will be forever cared for. Resistant to harm and endure pain. Beauty is not on the surface. He shows interest in you, right?"Â
P'rita was silent. Thinking to how Flynt acted and even chased after her. Sure it was brief but despite what they said, she felt some confidence. It made her determined to find more about him.
"I'll try...but I don't want another broken heart." she said, rubbing the collar on her neck. The old man chuckled. "That is more like it. Be cautious and if he is not into you then so be it."
That night, P'rita wrote a small message and handed it to her tint black Chocobo chick. "Here...give this to the Hyena. It is priority mail." and with a chirp the chick took off into the night. Looking for Flynt. Hoping to find him.
"Write your favorite food and send it back to me. -P'rita"