Sentimental
Violet sighed as she wandered through the Balshahn Bazzar. Poised to set forth into the void with her friends any hour now, she decided to kill time with some retail therapy before they were to return The Great Work. If she felt she wasn't about to be swarmed with voidsent, she'd be back at the bar further sampling the spiced whisky varieties Radz-at-Han had to offer. Instead, she was left sober and to her own devices.
Arriving at a toy stand her eyes fixed upon a colorfully patterned stuffed pig. Loneliness finally clawed at her rib cage. She hated to admit it, but she missed the twins and the others left behind. Traveling the world was lonely business and without them there to keep her spirits up, motivation to stay sober and on task seemed to evaporate.
"Ah, Violet. I didn't take you for the poppet sort," a voice gruffly called behind her.
Approaching in his armour, Esteninen joined the Limsan and gave her a smile.
"Yeah, they go so well with my tea sets and party dresses," she answered wryly with an eye roll.
"Well pardon me for making an observation. Then what are you doing here?"
Violet paused. "I don't know. Killing time before we help the kid find his sister. I thought maybe twins might want a memento of the journey. They didn't make the trip here last time, right," she asked before snapping her fingers at the Auri attendant. "Hey, you! I'll take the pig and one of the carbuncles."
"Right away miss. Right away."
Esteninen let out a hearty laugh as the toy maker packaged Violet's selection.
"Do you not think them a bit beyond a stuffed menagerie?"
"Yeah. Probably. I just figured it would have been nice to have had folks get me shit like this when I was their age. It would have meant someone out there gave a damn about me. It's the little things, y'know."
The dragoon straightened up a bit as Violet handed over the Gil for her purchase. He seemed lost in thought, staring at a stuffed Vytra before snapping his gaze towards the toymaker"...I'll take the dragon."
Violet turned, brow raised.
"What," the Elzen gruffed.
"It's a little on the nose for our dear little Satrap."
"Shut up," Esteninen grunted, exchanging Gil for the large plush, "Let us make haste to the aetheryte plaza and send your gifts off with a courier. I imagine Y'shtola will come to collect us soon."
"I didn't remember inviting you along," Violet answered wryly, turning for the suggested destination. The dragoon chuckled and wandered behind, blind to the grateful smile of the woman ahead of him.