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Her bright green eyes sparkled as she stared at the sword on the brown table. Her swirling pupils were mesmerized by the double-edged blades, shimmering in the desert sun as it curved back to a sharp point. Near the hilt, a dragon-scale effect. In the middle, between the two edges, it was decorated in a red colored, stain-less steel. The hilt it’s self, was covered in a white colored cloth. “E fyhd ed…” She said underneath her breath. She brought her hand up to her neck, grabbing on to the end of her black bandana. Her fingerless black gloves only went half way up her fingers, still showing how long and slender they were. Her nails, cut down to the skin from excessive biting. The gloves also had a silver plate over her knuckles, perfect for punching with.

Looking up from the sword, her reddish brown hair falling back into place, she turned to the merchant. “Rin, ruf silr vun drec cfunt?”

Rin, as this merchant was called, has medium long blond hair, a yellow jacket that stops right before his waist. The collar on it is white, as were the stripes on the end of his sleeves. His pants were blue, black, gray, and just a touch of red. Very poofy as well, before the bottom being stuffed into his brown boots. ‘What an outfit this guy has…’ she thought to herself as Rin examined the weapon in question.

“Famm Akahana, ed’c ybbnuqesydamo 1325 gil.”

“Fryd!? Dryd silr?” Akahana exclaimed in a displeased voice. “Lyh’d oui keja sa y tecluihd?”

“Oui ghuf E lyh’d tu dryd.”

Akahana’s head hung down for a moment, so she could fix her face. Make her lip pouty, widen her eyes like a sad dog that wants a treat. She brought her head back up, looking at Rin. “Bnaddo bmayca fedr cikyn uh dub?” she brought her hands up in a prayer type position to complete the illusion. ‘I can’t believe I’m reduced to this.’ Akahana thought with an inward cry.

Rin pat the top of her head. “Oayr... Hu. Ymm bnuvedc ku du dra napiemtehk uv Home. Cu drana yna hu tecluihdc ymmufat.”

Akahana’s face went back to normal, a slight hint of anger in her eyes. “E tet ymm dryd vun hudrehk.” She reached into her pocket, puling out some gil. There was only about 276 with her. ‘I don’t get paid for another two days. And even with that, it still won't be enough.’ She put the small amount of gil back into her pocket then turned to leave “Caa oyr Rin. E's kuhhy ku mad uvv cusa cdays.”

“Akahana, tuh'd vunkad, Cid bid ib y bucd uh dra pimmadeh puynt. Oui cruimt ku lralg ed uid cuuh.”

She waved in acknowledgment. “E'mm lralg ed uid mydan.”

Walking right past the bulletin board, she over heard kids her age talking about a post. “Draen napiemtehk Zanarkand?” a long blonde hair boy said.

“Oayr, ed'c yfacusa. Drao haat jumihdaac du ramb napiemt ed.” The girl standing next to him replied.

‘Why rebuild something when It’s just gonna fall back into a pit of despair…’ her thoughts were interrupted when she bumped into something.

Akahana fell down, landing on her butt. “Uf, dryd rindc... Cunno ypuid dryd…” She looked up, noticing who it was.