A'shi Wetae

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And so I ask that you will indulge me once more,
that this won't be the end...

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 The City's Embrace     ⸻⸻⸻

As the sun beats down relentlessly upon the streets of Ul'Dah, a lone figure navigates through the bustling crowds. Her lithe frame moves with fluid elegance, a testament to her training as a master of the dance. Adorned in vibrant silks that flutter with each step, she exudes an air of exotic allure, drawing admiring glances from those she passes. Her flowing garments hinting at her origins in a distant land. Despite the sweltering heat, the green haired Miqo'te finds herself intoxicated by the spirit of adventure that permeates the very air of Ul'Dah. Eager to uncover its secrets and discover what wonders await around every corner.As she weaves through the labyrinthine streets of Ul'Dah, the city's pulse quickens in time with the beat of her heart. Market stalls adorned with colorful fabrics and trinkets blur past her as she navigates the bustling throngs of merchants and adventurers. The scent of spices and incense fills the air, mingling with the lively melodies of street performers.Though her origins may lie in the distant land of Thavnair, Ashi is no stranger to the vibrant tapestry of city life. With each graceful step, she embraces the rhythm of Ul'Dah, weaving her own tale amidst the bustling chaos. For her, the city is not just a destination, but a stage upon which she dances her way through life's grand adventure.The verdant dancer finds herself drawn to the fragrant allure of an apothecary's stall. Ashi was raised amidst the heady scents of exotic herbs and the gentle hum of alchemical instruments, so her curiosity was piqued at how differential the profession would be in comparison. She approaches with a curious gaze, her turquoise eyes alight with fascination. The apothecary, a weathered looking Lalafel, greets her warmly. With a graceful sweep of her hand, she plucks a vial of shimmering purple liquid from the shelf, studying it intently."Ah, a traveller in search of remedies," the apothecary remarks. "That elixir is a specialty of mine, crafted from rare herbs found only in the deepest reaches of Thanalan." Intrigued, she nods appreciatively, her curiosity piqued."Tell me, wise one," she begins, "What other secrets does your stall hold? I am eager to learn of the wonders that Ul'Dah has to offer."With a knowing smile, the apothecary gestures toward a cluster of shimmering vials. As he begins to regale her with tales of ancient remedies, the Miqo'te listens with rapt attention. Holding conversation for a good while as they exchange tips and tricks of their shared trade. And as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, the Miqo'te bids farewell to the apothecary, her satchel filled with tinctures and elixirs. With a spring in her step, she sets off into the winding side streets of Ul'Dah, eager to continue her exploration of the vibrant city and a place to retire for the evening.Turning the corner of pearl lane Ashi walks down towards the Quicksands, the main adventurers guild of the city. The back alley street considerably more quiet than the strip she was on but a few minutes ago. Her ears twitch upright as she suddenly senses a furtive presence at her side. With lightning reflexes, she whirls around to find a shadowy figure attempting to pilfer from her recently filled satchel.Her glowing blue eyes narrow, flashing with a blend of determination and warning. In a swift motion, she intercepts the would-be thief's hand with a deft maneuver, locking it in a firm grip before they can react. Caught off guard by her swift retaliation, the pickpocket's eyes widen in surprise, their attempt thwarted before it even began. They struggle against her grasp, but the Miqo'te's grip remains unyielding, her resolve unshakeable.As the she confronts the pickpocket, she fixes them with a steely gaze. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice firm but controlled. The would-be thief squirms under her grip, but the Miqo'te's hold remains firm. "I... I was just... I didn't mean any harm," the pickpocket stammers, their eyes darting nervously around."Intentions matter little when actions speak otherwise," the Miqo'te retorts, her tone unwavering. "Such behavior isn't taken lightly. Consider yourself lucky that I caught you instead of the city guards."The pickpocket's expression shifts from defiance to apprehension. "Please, I won't try it again," they plead, their voice tinged with desperation. "I was just trying to make ends meet."She regards them for a moment, weighing their words carefully. Finally, she releases her grip, but her gaze remains stern.
"Remember this warning," she says, her voice carrying a note of finality. "Next time, you may not be so fortunate."The pickpocket nods fervently, their relief palpable. "Thank you..." they murmur, before slipping away into the shadows of the alley.As the tension of the encounter dissipates, Ashi takes a moment to collect herself. Tail swishing side to side rapidly to dispel the adrenaline coursing through her form. With a sigh, she resumes her journey through to the Quicksands, senses sharpened by the reminder that danger lurks around every corner.Ashi steps into the bustling tavern, the lively ambiance envelops her like a warm embrace. In this moment, amidst the laughter and camaraderie of fellow adventurers, she knows she is exactly where she belongs. With the night young and full of promise, Ashi eagerly anticipates the adventures that await her tomorrow.

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