AU Week - FFX Hunter Sunshine
Aug. 25th, 2018 11:09 amSunshine finds the door to the bar just as the evening rain starts to pick up in the misty swampland surrounding the Vesperpool. Her rough, travel-worn boots and grey trousers are soaked up to the knee, and large drops spatter her sleeveless, grey-blue top, dusty rucksack, and faded green cap. Some tightness about her look fades and some tension about her shoulders relaxes as she sees where she is. Sunshine shuts the door on the gathering gloom and enters the well-lit bar room with a faint smile on her face, looking for friends, something hot to eat and drink, and somewhere she can sit and take the weight off her feet.
"Ebony, please, dear Bar," she requests as she swings her rucksack off her shoulders and onto a barstool, her dogtags jingling from the movement, then sits herself down as the fragrantly steaming black coffee appears. This is no camp coffee. It should be savored, and she definitely intends to.
"Ebony, please, dear Bar," she requests as she swings her rucksack off her shoulders and onto a barstool, her dogtags jingling from the movement, then sits herself down as the fragrantly steaming black coffee appears. This is no camp coffee. It should be savored, and she definitely intends to.

