The huntress nodded and immediately set off along the path to Treno. The walk wasn't much of a bother to her. She was used to trekking out in the mud, dirt, rain, and general yuckiness of the real world. She had to back when she, Firion and Guy were after the Emperor, and her job of tracking down criminals also demanded it. After all, those cheeky little bastards had habits of putting their hideouts in the most out of reach and nearly unlivable place.
"Thanks for the concern, milord, but I'm sure a hawker will find an arrow in his hand if he tries." she laughed heartily. That itself was the truth as well. Her job had left her with extra sensitivity to being touched, so she knew when someone was trying to lift her purse right off her sash. As she had said, more often than not the thief had both an arrow in his hand and a fist to his jaw before he knew what had happened.
When the gates of Treno came up, Maria immediately felt a bit of disdain growing in her gut. She would never live in a place like this, even with all its glory. She preferred quieter living far from a city. The most ideal would be a modest house in the midst of a ranch out in the countryside, chocobos and horses to run the land, orchards miles long, and even a few livestock. Naturally there would be a husband to help her run it all somewhere along the line. Impossible? Perhaps, but it was a more honest and worthwhile dream than, say, building a mansion in Treno for thieves to gawk at with unbridled lust.
"Looks like a right amount of fun, don't you think?" she asked, turning toward Kuja and grinning.
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Date: 2010-03-11 04:09 pm (UTC)"Thanks for the concern, milord, but I'm sure a hawker will find an arrow in his hand if he tries." she laughed heartily. That itself was the truth as well. Her job had left her with extra sensitivity to being touched, so she knew when someone was trying to lift her purse right off her sash. As she had said, more often than not the thief had both an arrow in his hand and a fist to his jaw before he knew what had happened.
When the gates of Treno came up, Maria immediately felt a bit of disdain growing in her gut. She would never live in a place like this, even with all its glory. She preferred quieter living far from a city. The most ideal would be a modest house in the midst of a ranch out in the countryside, chocobos and horses to run the land, orchards miles long, and even a few livestock. Naturally there would be a husband to help her run it all somewhere along the line. Impossible? Perhaps, but it was a more honest and worthwhile dream than, say, building a mansion in Treno for thieves to gawk at with unbridled lust.
"Looks like a right amount of fun, don't you think?" she asked, turning toward Kuja and grinning.