P’rihnn

“A friend, yes.” It had been quite nice, really, to have another miqo’te around his own age that he could call a friend... not that he did call him a friend to his face, but the sentiment was there. Still, he pauses, hesitating on their path for a brief moment as they draw closer to the tower. “But I was wondering the same of you. For one, you look like you wouldn’t wear those popoto-sack robes if they paid you. For two, I remember meeting other Tia - I’d’ve seen your face! Not to mention you’d’ve recognised me.”