Tsk... [Well, so much for wondering if it was just for dramatic effect. After the first five minutes, Madhuri had to wonder if such a place as grand as this really did spare no expense. Hat removed, she began to fan herself, ankles crossed and tail tapping a rhythm against the cushions.]
What a shame... but I suppose I was a little reluctant to leave the carnival.
[But her lips curled into a smile as she turned to her companion for the evening.]
Shall we play 'I Spy', or would you happen to have a deck of cards on your person, dear?
B. [Admission Fees]
[Nobody gets in for free, he said.
With no gil in her pockets, what was a girl to do to earn some coin for a ticket? Why, the same way she usually did when there were no worlds to save and monsters that needed a good whuppin'. Weaving her hands before her, she pulled together a little ether. She cleared her throat, drew her hands apart and materialized her guitar, a shiny little purple Gibson model.
The bard spent no time in hesitation and began to play. The air itself felt alive from the first note, but that feeling grew stronger as the melody continued to build. When she looked up and threw a smile at a passerby, there was something... strange about it. It was her eyes, first. The limbal rings gave off a soft light, a violet that matched her hair. When they met yours, you couldn't put your finger on it, but perhaps you wouldn't mind putting just a little money into the hat she tossed onto the ground bottom-up. Or maybe your pockets just felt a little too heavy tonight. What's more, perhaps this song was made for you... a serenade, just for you...
Won't you give the woman a little reward for her hard work and drop in some coin?]
Madhuri Qalli | Final Fantasy XIV (OC)
Tsk... [Well, so much for wondering if it was just for dramatic effect. After the first five minutes, Madhuri had to wonder if such a place as grand as this really did spare no expense. Hat removed, she began to fan herself, ankles crossed and tail tapping a rhythm against the cushions.]
What a shame... but I suppose I was a little reluctant to leave the carnival.
[But her lips curled into a smile as she turned to her companion for the evening.]
Shall we play 'I Spy', or would you happen to have a deck of cards on your person, dear?
B. [Admission Fees]
[Nobody gets in for free, he said.
With no gil in her pockets, what was a girl to do to earn some coin for a ticket? Why, the same way she usually did when there were no worlds to save and monsters that needed a good whuppin'. Weaving her hands before her, she pulled together a little ether. She cleared her throat, drew her hands apart and materialized her guitar, a shiny little purple Gibson model.
The bard spent no time in hesitation and began to play. The air itself felt alive from the first note, but that feeling grew stronger as the melody continued to build. When she looked up and threw a smile at a passerby, there was something... strange about it. It was her eyes, first. The limbal rings gave off a soft light, a violet that matched her hair. When they met yours, you couldn't put your finger on it, but perhaps you wouldn't mind putting just a little money into the hat she tossed onto the ground bottom-up. Or maybe your pockets just felt a little too heavy tonight. What's more, perhaps this song was made for you... a serenade, just for you...
Won't you give the woman a little reward for her hard work and drop in some coin?]