Crimson placed his hand in Tanith’s, giving a firm yet friendly handshake. “I usually go by Crimson.” He replied, beaming up at her. Now he was sure he’d seen her around. “That explains it. I spend more of my free time in La Noscea than anywhere else, so I’ve probably seen you once or twice. I think it’s all of the new people who seem to be coming in and out that gives me so much energy.” His eyes seemed to light up, his ears perked and his tail flicked excitedly as he talked about La Noscea, he almost forgot to put his gil away. It was clear the Miqo’te was one for conversation as soon as the potential was sparked.
“Or perhaps it’s the potential of travelling the open seas. Sometimes you crave to travel the old fashioned ways, y’know?” He was calming down a bit, his tail now more relaxed. “What brings you here, then? Don’t take that the wrong way, Ul’Dah is the last place I’d be coming on my leisure time, I’d just done a few jobs for the Immortal Flames.”
Tanith nodded in greeting as she shook his hand; a contemplative smile played on her lips as he continued to speak, long past his introduction. She eyed his animated body language with a curious fascination, knowing most Miqo’te she’d known and worked with were of a quiet sort, ready to make their escape back to solitude as soon as the opportunity arose. Still, it struck her as somewhat endearing, at least on today of days, when even the fact the sun bothered to rise rubbed her the wrong way.
“S’an an usual name for one of your clan, aye?” She interjected, offhandedly; eyes fluttering at her own careless comment, she attempted to reel the conversation back. “None that it’s mine to bother a man concernin’ what he calls himself.”
She crossed her arms, rocking back on her heels once or twice considering her travels between Thanalan and La Noscea as he talked so favorably of the latter - her ventures having become more of a slog, as of late. Ah, but gold was gold.
“La Noscea calls, but this s’one Sea Wolf you’ll not find on the sea, mark me. The urge hasn’t struck me in decades...er, pirates and all.” She chuckled, tacking on a manufactured excuse, knowing well and full she didn’t look one to mind a cross sailor.
Cocking an eyebrow, she followed it with a knowing sneer, as her eyes traveled up the sun baked walls of the city around them. The liveliness of this Twelve’s forsaken oven mystified her every time she passed through the gates - chatter, children’s laughter, all coexisting peacefully under a merciless sun that threatened to roast them alive in a sea of sand. Needless to say, she wasn’t a fan of the idea of spending pleasure time in Ul’dah, either.
“Ah, you’ll find me here just the same, ‘Flames have errands, ‘Flames have gold. Easy way to occupy your time, and make a bit on the side, hm?” Her hand traveled again to the purse at her side, patting it affectionately to produce a small jingle of the coin inside.
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