Beanie: What do you think about the most?
“What do you think about the most?”
Zuriel turned her gaze from the chilled bottle of red wine on the bar back to the other Miqo’te, who had asked the question, with a half-hearted laugh and a shrug.
She tried to read the Kupo Cave’s singular patron of the night’s expression through the helm the other Miqo’te wore to no avail-- hell, she could only tell the armored person was a Miqo’te from the tail poking out from their metal shell.
The Metal Miqo had gil to pay and wasn’t causing a ruckus, so why not answer the question? She’d probably never see ‘em again anyhow.
“What do I think about, huh?” Zuriel stood and walked over to the Starlight Tree she’d just put up in the bar earlier that evening, watching the twinkling lights on the branches as she thought it over.
“I think about the past, mostly. I look back and think about everything I could’ve done differently, all the mistakes I would unmake if I could.”
She turned back around toward the Metal Miqo’te sitting at her bar, “Mostly I wish I could undo all the harm I did when I was young and stupid.” She laughed, “Well, more so than I am now, anyway!”
Zuriel paused for a moment before deciding to press her luck.
“So, can ya tell me why I’m looking a tin can with a tail?”
(tysm @blue-sentinel for the ask!!)