Thread: The Rima Lee

With movements like a shadow, virtually silent even on the spiked heels of her armored stiletto shoes, Lyra made her way across the deck and towards the Bangaa with her long ears partially flattened along her head. She had been over-seeing their landing from further up on the deck, undoubtedly tending to whatever it was that she did while the ship was in the air any time one of her crewmates sought her out, the Viera was usually below deck tending to various matters, and shirking any attempts to engage her in conversation. While she had been a member of the crew for quite awhile, she had managed to avoid forming any bonds with anyone as well as keeping her entire person shrouded in a veil of mystery. Dont be too hard on them, Rahzil, came an accented female voice, low, but carrying easily over the clamor of the crew preparing their embankment. It came as a surprise to the aforementioned Moogles and they faltered long enough to realize they would earn themselves another warning if they continued to delay. She turned slowly to look at Rahzil, her eyes narrowed and her voice unreadable. You cant rely on them for everything. Are you afraid of getting your hands dirty? It was not entirely clear in what manner she meant this, jest or otherwise, but take it as he would, she brushed passed him with her long white hair swaying behind her, not intentionally appearing as standoffish as it came across. Lyras lips glossed in white set in her typical expressionless line that at times lent her a look of amusement but usually came across as a frown of distaste. Her stomach and thighs were bared, the typical fairer shade of the Veena Vieras, but she wore across her chest very light armor that was silver in color laid atop a sheer top that held substance where it mattered to conceal her body and billowed about her arms in an elegant manner. On her lower half she wore a much simpler strip of this almost sheer cloth suspended by a thinly twined cord, and armor along the sides of her legs contoured to her shape. While her armor looked more of a decoration than a method of protection, but crafted as they were the substance was more durable than it appeared. The great ship shifted beneath them, signifying the cut of the primary engines, and the roar on her deck died down substantially as the crew took a moment to gather their orders before disembarking if given permission. Solajn was the name of the town where they stopped now, a town unaffiliated with any pirate guilds and largely ignored by the officials of Ivalice. Its neutral status made it a popular stopover and resupply center for outlaws. It was nestled in the crook of a cliff, a large span of buildings situated around an even larger port southeast of the Euryt Village. Seemingly drawn by the sight of the village, Lyra hesitated, her hip cocked to the side, her eyes moving slowly. They would not be here long, but the desire to be out of the air and on solid ground was nothing something an earthbound creature could easily ignore, though she could think of no plausible reason for her to leave the ship. Frustrated, she turned to look at her crewmate, her arms folded beneath her breasts. She was looking at him so pointedly, it was hard to ignore.