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Gods, she needed something better to do with her suddenly dull life. Once again she had found herself in Radz-at-Han to just bask in the heat, seated at one of the corner tables of Mehryde’s Medhane. The Miqo’te had been there for a while now, just downing cup after cup of coffee and blankly staring at her carbuncle as it circled around impatiently at her feet.
Another sip taken. Her head slowly tilted to the side as she continued to watch. Oh, to be a carbuncle. No thoughts at all, no cares. She envied it. Again and again it circled around at her feet, the Miqo’te having to look away as she started to get dizzy just following its movements.
Z’nakei moved to take another drink, only for her ears to lower as she let out a disgruntled half-squeak, half-scoff upon seeing she had emptied this cup, too. It was then she snapped out of her general daze, looking over her shoulder as she heard approaching footsteps.
She grumbled a bit under her breath, only to perk up and chirp out a confused little ‘huh?’ as she looked up to see that it was someone she actually didn’t mind seeing. More than didn’t mind, she welcomed.
“Estinien-” She murmured, watching the Elezen curiously. “Need something?” Admittedly, with everything said and done, she somehow was still struggling to fully grasp and understand the concept that people would actual seek her out just for the sake of seeing her.
