#princessofmistyskies

            The evening in Treno was warm and heralded the coming of spring. After the cold of winter had passed, people were beginning to come back out into the streets and resume the vivid nightlife the city was famous for.

            It meant she was back in business.

            While she didn’t stop her business during the cold winter months, it certainly slowed, and she spent more and more time away from her tent. Her hours were less and less, and she kept a braiser of fire beside her table, and stoked it before giving customers their readings.

            For the first night in many nights, she did not need to have it out.

            Then again, she was packing up for the evening, anyway. Her tail swayed idly behind her, the lavender glass beads tinkling together as she broke down the poles and rich violet tarp to fold it up into a rectangular pack that she swung over her back.

            She’d made a decent amount of gil that day, and was going to celebrate her earnings by spoiling herself a bit with it. While she looked like she was well-to-do, every decoration of hers was cheap on closer inspection; the beads in her hair, along her crown, and hanging from her tail were all colored glass. The suspension holding the orbs on her tail was fishing wire, and the rings that held them were thinly gilded at best. The coins on her skirt were cheap copper polished to a bright shine, the buckle that held it around her waist was decorative costume jewelry. Her bracelets were thinly gilded, but she wore it all for the pleasant tinkle they made when they made contact.

            It all sounded and looked so pleasant to her, why bother spending more money than she had to simply for finer quality? Besides, if something broke, she could easily replace it.