[She was doing her level best to maintain a low profile in this world, but as a Viera, Fran is finding the navigation somewhat difficult. Oh, parts of her had changed, such as the shape of her feet, giving her a more hume appearance, but it did little to aid her ability to fit in. She had no idea what a desire demon was, but hse'd been accused of it in the last village before enough hostility forced her to bid a hasty retreat.
Though not before doing what sky pirates were exceptional at doing and stealing a traveling cloak and some shoes. If one leaves such things hanging on a line unattended, then one deserved to have them removed from their possession, besides she is not feeling much in the way of moral compunctions at the moment. The cloak will hide her more, peculiar assets, as uncomfortable as tucking her ears down and throwing the hood over her head might be.
Fortunately it is a roomy garment with arms giving it a cassock-like appearance that covered...well...everything.
Shoes were another matter, these were too big and made for the feet of a male hume, most likely. If that wasn't bad enough the reshaping of her feet meant learning how to walk all over again. Not a convient set of circumstances when one is happened upon by bears, but it doesn't stop her from sprinting, in a somewhat encumbered fashion, away from the large predators who clearly thought she was easy prey.
She's still quick, sailing her way over the terrain as though she knew it by heart, not that she did, but she could hear, smell, and see things so acutely that steering her way around trees, over shrubs, and around bends came easily enough. This does not discourage her large, hairy, pursuers however, determined as they are, these bears give a spectacular chase finally walling her into a recess with walls on all sides and bears between her and her way out.
Reaching over her shoulder Fran withdraws a broadsword and directs the blade at her vicious entrappers, her only option is to fight her way out or die trying. She would be a sorry pirate indeed if she simply gave in and let these bears have their way.]
I've no intention of being an easy meal for you, if this you had a mind for.
IV. CRYSTALS
I verily believe that I could spend the rest of my days among humes and never fully comprehend their vehemence toward one another. I overheard one hume call another with tapered ears a "rabbit" [yeah, no, elves are not a thing on Ivalice, you're just pointy eared humes] it seemed to be a thinly veiled slight of a sort, judging by the tapered-eared hume's reaction.
Is a "rabbit" so terrible a thing in this world? [Because if that is the case, then she has a problem.]
Fran | Final Fantasy XII
[She was doing her level best to maintain a low profile in this world, but as a Viera, Fran is finding the navigation somewhat difficult. Oh, parts of her had changed, such as the shape of her feet, giving her a more hume appearance, but it did little to aid her ability to fit in. She had no idea what a desire demon was, but hse'd been accused of it in the last village before enough hostility forced her to bid a hasty retreat.
Though not before doing what sky pirates were exceptional at doing and stealing a traveling cloak and some shoes. If one leaves such things hanging on a line unattended, then one deserved to have them removed from their possession, besides she is not feeling much in the way of moral compunctions at the moment. The cloak will hide her more, peculiar assets, as uncomfortable as tucking her ears down and throwing the hood over her head might be.
Fortunately it is a roomy garment with arms giving it a cassock-like appearance that covered...well...everything.
Shoes were another matter, these were too big and made for the feet of a male hume, most likely. If that wasn't bad enough the reshaping of her feet meant learning how to walk all over again. Not a convient set of circumstances when one is happened upon by bears, but it doesn't stop her from sprinting, in a somewhat encumbered fashion, away from the large predators who clearly thought she was easy prey.
She's still quick, sailing her way over the terrain as though she knew it by heart, not that she did, but she could hear, smell, and see things so acutely that steering her way around trees, over shrubs, and around bends came easily enough. This does not discourage her large, hairy, pursuers however, determined as they are, these bears give a spectacular chase finally walling her into a recess with walls on all sides and bears between her and her way out.
Reaching over her shoulder Fran withdraws a broadsword and directs the blade at her vicious entrappers, her only option is to fight her way out or die trying. She would be a sorry pirate indeed if she simply gave in and let these bears have their way.]
I've no intention of being an easy meal for you, if this you had a mind for.
IV. CRYSTALS
I verily believe that I could spend the rest of my days among humes and never fully comprehend their vehemence toward one another. I overheard one hume call another with tapered ears a "rabbit" [yeah, no, elves are not a thing on Ivalice, you're just pointy eared humes] it seemed to be a thinly veiled slight of a sort, judging by the tapered-eared hume's reaction.
Is a "rabbit" so terrible a thing in this world? [Because if that is the case, then she has a problem.]