I'm all alone...
Harsh words to end their ride on, as Avenger trotted through the gate into Black Brush Station. The place was abuzz with life and conversation, as usual - a sort of microcosm of the Ul'dahn market. Here ore was collected from the mines to the north and then set onwards towards Ul'dah or wherever else the Miner's Guild sought to send it. It was also the common resting place for the workers, or merely a brief rest stop before descending upon the Coffer & Coffin to the south.
For the most part, the workers and merchants making their rounds about the Station left the two Lalafell be. They had their own lives to live, and had little time for two popotoes nestled atop a tiny Chocobo. Really, the only time they gave the Dunesfolk any attention was when Avenger got in their way, sending dirty glances up at both bird and rider. More than one apology was quietly muttered as Chachanji guided his mount towards the shade and possible sanctuary of one the Station's sandy-hued buildings.
"I... wouldn't say yer alone," the green-haired Dunesfolk finally stated as Avenger settled down to let them both dismount. "I-I mean, there's still folks in yer life, right? Ms. Momodi fer one, 'n.. 'n through her ya can meet all sortsa people. It's pretty amazin', really, all th' folkses she knows."
He offered a small, worn hand to aid in her dismount. A hand toughened through years as a smith, yet still used to help friends and anyone who needed it. A hand that, should she accept it, would also soon be used once again to touch up any scrapes and scratches Ququki's sensitive skin had suffered during the ride with healing aether.
"'n then there's all th' folks ya meet ev'ry day. Any one'a 'em has th' potential ta become a frand. If'n yer willin' ta let 'em."
Harsh words to end their ride on, as Avenger trotted through the gate into Black Brush Station. The place was abuzz with life and conversation, as usual - a sort of microcosm of the Ul'dahn market. Here ore was collected from the mines to the north and then set onwards towards Ul'dah or wherever else the Miner's Guild sought to send it. It was also the common resting place for the workers, or merely a brief rest stop before descending upon the Coffer & Coffin to the south.
For the most part, the workers and merchants making their rounds about the Station left the two Lalafell be. They had their own lives to live, and had little time for two popotoes nestled atop a tiny Chocobo. Really, the only time they gave the Dunesfolk any attention was when Avenger got in their way, sending dirty glances up at both bird and rider. More than one apology was quietly muttered as Chachanji guided his mount towards the shade and possible sanctuary of one the Station's sandy-hued buildings.
"I... wouldn't say yer alone," the green-haired Dunesfolk finally stated as Avenger settled down to let them both dismount. "I-I mean, there's still folks in yer life, right? Ms. Momodi fer one, 'n.. 'n through her ya can meet all sortsa people. It's pretty amazin', really, all th' folkses she knows."
He offered a small, worn hand to aid in her dismount. A hand toughened through years as a smith, yet still used to help friends and anyone who needed it. A hand that, should she accept it, would also soon be used once again to touch up any scrapes and scratches Ququki's sensitive skin had suffered during the ride with healing aether.
"'n then there's all th' folks ya meet ev'ry day. Any one'a 'em has th' potential ta become a frand. If'n yer willin' ta let 'em."
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