Elle figured, easy drop off. No problems what so ever. The lady received her settlement and the female feline could be on her way with out worries of answering a bombardment of questions. Happy to retrieve the property left in the hands of the pale haired Elezen. She weaved and bobbed among the crowd of strangers with a mixture of reactions towards her race. Trying desperately to not be distracted by a certain necklace that caught her eye at the jewelry stand.Â
But the corners of her mouth drooped. Knowing full well that even a shiny object could not be a good enough distraction. It would draw even more attention to her flawed skin.
A sun kissed hand clutched at her chest, back peddling and stumbling into a large Roe in shock as the lady from before dropped out of the blue, blocking her path to the tavern. Her eyes searching above and around the vicinity. How was that even possible?!
An instant later, the same blonde haired woman from earlier would seemingly fall from the sky and land deftly in front of the Miqo'te, casually dusting off the long apron she was still wearing.
"Ha! Don't underestimate a former Ul'dahn street-rat! No one knows this city's inner workings better than the owner of the Blue Bangle Bakery!" The woman claimed proudly as she hefted up the gil pouch the Miqo'te had given her. "I need to ask you about this. Were you...told to give it to me, by someone?"
The Seeker's hands came up innocently, palms facing the blue eyed denizen and ears flattening against her scalp. Her eyes were large during the woman's prodding for information. Elle's lips were parted in an 'O' of disbelief beneath the material of her scarf. Unable to communicate clearly the intentions of the anonymous donater to her cause.
But the woman didn't wait, describing her charitable character down to a tee and Elle was now stuck. Listening to every word spilling from the fair bakery owner. Was this... love unrequited? Misunderstood? Her trip down memory lane of a boy she once knew owning the same familiar hat.Â
The Miqo'te's body relaxed slowly in the woman's presence and slipped a hand into her's as a greeting. Introducing herself as Ophidia and Elle simply nodded in response, a gesture of pleasantry in exchange. On closer inspection, the girl was lovely, making Elle avert her gaze to keep from staring and feeling slightly insecure. Luckily, she did not ask for the Miqo'te's name in return, but she did request something peculiar that made her head tilt slightly in question.
To be his friend? It wasn't much of a choice, because off the damsel went leaving her to stare at the now empty hand before her. It was an odd day, that's for certain. She tossed her hair about in a shake and slowly turned to reunite with her weapons and languid elf, adjusting the scarf for optimal coverage of her throat.
She pushed open the door once more, letting the warm light illuminate the shabby tavern, only to stop in her tracks and stare at a familiar drunken figure who knowingly gestured towards her long bow. His head lulling in the direction of the new comer and his brows furrowing, clearly pissed and recognized her tanned hide, "You... you hid like a rat! Come 'ere an' fight meh! You started thish- I'll finish it!" A large hand held out and a finger pointing straight at her for good measure.
You'd think the patrons would have had enough fights for one day, but they tuned in eagerly and awaited on the new entertainment source. An inebriated oaf against the agile Miqo'te.Â
She flailed helplessly and crossed her arms into an X formation in front of her. Trying to signal she didn't want the confrontation. Head shaking forcefully in denial. But the message was not received on his intoxicated end and he curled up his meaty hands into fists, planning to pound her to dust if he could.
Keeping on the balls of her feet, she readied herself anyways to go on the defense. He lunged haphazardly in her direction, bringing up a raised hand and she rolled to the left in an easy dodge, his fist colliding with a table top and splintered the wood.Â
Bounding up onto the bar counter she ran down it towards the Lancer and the dimly lit corner. What a mess...
But the corners of her mouth drooped. Knowing full well that even a shiny object could not be a good enough distraction. It would draw even more attention to her flawed skin.
A sun kissed hand clutched at her chest, back peddling and stumbling into a large Roe in shock as the lady from before dropped out of the blue, blocking her path to the tavern. Her eyes searching above and around the vicinity. How was that even possible?!
An instant later, the same blonde haired woman from earlier would seemingly fall from the sky and land deftly in front of the Miqo'te, casually dusting off the long apron she was still wearing.
"Ha! Don't underestimate a former Ul'dahn street-rat! No one knows this city's inner workings better than the owner of the Blue Bangle Bakery!" The woman claimed proudly as she hefted up the gil pouch the Miqo'te had given her. "I need to ask you about this. Were you...told to give it to me, by someone?"
The Seeker's hands came up innocently, palms facing the blue eyed denizen and ears flattening against her scalp. Her eyes were large during the woman's prodding for information. Elle's lips were parted in an 'O' of disbelief beneath the material of her scarf. Unable to communicate clearly the intentions of the anonymous donater to her cause.
But the woman didn't wait, describing her charitable character down to a tee and Elle was now stuck. Listening to every word spilling from the fair bakery owner. Was this... love unrequited? Misunderstood? Her trip down memory lane of a boy she once knew owning the same familiar hat.Â
The Miqo'te's body relaxed slowly in the woman's presence and slipped a hand into her's as a greeting. Introducing herself as Ophidia and Elle simply nodded in response, a gesture of pleasantry in exchange. On closer inspection, the girl was lovely, making Elle avert her gaze to keep from staring and feeling slightly insecure. Luckily, she did not ask for the Miqo'te's name in return, but she did request something peculiar that made her head tilt slightly in question.
To be his friend? It wasn't much of a choice, because off the damsel went leaving her to stare at the now empty hand before her. It was an odd day, that's for certain. She tossed her hair about in a shake and slowly turned to reunite with her weapons and languid elf, adjusting the scarf for optimal coverage of her throat.
She pushed open the door once more, letting the warm light illuminate the shabby tavern, only to stop in her tracks and stare at a familiar drunken figure who knowingly gestured towards her long bow. His head lulling in the direction of the new comer and his brows furrowing, clearly pissed and recognized her tanned hide, "You... you hid like a rat! Come 'ere an' fight meh! You started thish- I'll finish it!" A large hand held out and a finger pointing straight at her for good measure.
You'd think the patrons would have had enough fights for one day, but they tuned in eagerly and awaited on the new entertainment source. An inebriated oaf against the agile Miqo'te.Â
She flailed helplessly and crossed her arms into an X formation in front of her. Trying to signal she didn't want the confrontation. Head shaking forcefully in denial. But the message was not received on his intoxicated end and he curled up his meaty hands into fists, planning to pound her to dust if he could.
Keeping on the balls of her feet, she readied herself anyways to go on the defense. He lunged haphazardly in her direction, bringing up a raised hand and she rolled to the left in an easy dodge, his fist colliding with a table top and splintered the wood.Â
Bounding up onto the bar counter she ran down it towards the Lancer and the dimly lit corner. What a mess...