"A-ah, nice ta meetcha, Ms. Ququki," he replied awkwardly as he retrieved the waterskin from her. "Me Mama's actually from Ul'dah. I'm... err... not. Though I've been livin' there fer a couple'a moons now."
Speaking about his heritage was still a bit of a touchy thing. He still could recall way too easily that other lady Lalafell that had gotten on him and berated his homeland when he let slip the knowledge of his Doman heritage. He had since had several occasions where people had found out his Othard roots and been completely fine with it - one of them being a former Garlean, in fact! - but he still felt this niggling urge to keep quiet about it around strangers.
"Ya feelin' better, now?" he asked as she stood up, standing a couple ilms taller that the stout, stocky little Dunesfolk. His violet gaze remained on her own crimson orbs regardless, though they did detour to her scrapes now and again. "Th' offer ta halp wit those scrapes is still open if'n ya want it, by th' by."
Behind him, Avenger trilled and got back to his feet, eager to shake some of the sand out from his feathers.
Speaking about his heritage was still a bit of a touchy thing. He still could recall way too easily that other lady Lalafell that had gotten on him and berated his homeland when he let slip the knowledge of his Doman heritage. He had since had several occasions where people had found out his Othard roots and been completely fine with it - one of them being a former Garlean, in fact! - but he still felt this niggling urge to keep quiet about it around strangers.
"Ya feelin' better, now?" he asked as she stood up, standing a couple ilms taller that the stout, stocky little Dunesfolk. His violet gaze remained on her own crimson orbs regardless, though they did detour to her scrapes now and again. "Th' offer ta halp wit those scrapes is still open if'n ya want it, by th' by."
Behind him, Avenger trilled and got back to his feet, eager to shake some of the sand out from his feathers.
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