RPG Thread: Quistis and Kiros in Esthar
Trying to hold onto both her dignity and her various accoutrement, Quistis Trepe squared her shoulders and stepped off of the FH train which had brought her to Esthar. She could have asked for help with her luggage -- she was surrounded by helpful-looking employees -- but there was a twinge in her pride which forbade her to do so. Instead, she carried both of her oversized suitcases -- Oh, why did I buy so many books in Dollet? -- and walked with an icy dignity toward the one important-looking official in those ridiculous Estharian robes who glaring down at all of the scurrying employees.
Tired and hungry, she was tempted to catch a lift into the city proper and head toward the Presidential palace on her own, but Kiros had told her that he'd arrange for someone to pick her up once she had arrived. So Quistis settled for asking politely of the official -- he was some kind of aide of another aide -- to contact Kiros Seagill for her and inform him of her arrival. The official agreed, though he looked vaguely suspicious of her request, even after she'd given him her name, her place of origin and a detailed report of her business with Mr. Seagill.
Finally, she shot him one of her scathing teacher look -- cutting glare over the rim of her glasses -- before primly choosing one of the nearby chairs and stacking her suitcases neatly at her feet. Ignoring the frank looks of curiosity she garnered, Quistis straightened the hem of her dress in a nervous habit and prepared herself to wait for whoever the Presidential Aide sent to fetch her.
And so, she waited, idly wishing that she, like the President of Esthar, had had the foresight to buy herself a laptop computer.