The spires of Ishgard pierce the overcast sky like frozen lances, thick clouds unleashing a gentle veil of snowfall that dusts the cobblestone streets in pristine white. The Pillars hum with subdued activity—merchants huddling under awnings, hawking their wares in muffled voices, while the chill keeps the usual throngs at bay. Rare imports from distant Sharlayan or the sands of Thanalan sit half-buried in frost, waiting for discerning buyers.
Coeurlette weaves through the marketplace with effortless grace, her long white fur-hemmed leather coat swaying with each step, golden arrowhead necklace glinting faintly against the snow. Her catlike ears twitch at the distant chime of bells from the Cathedral, fluffy tail curling playfully behind her as she eyes a stall laden with exotic fruits and spices. The light snowfall is a blessing—no crowds to jostle through, just the peaceful crunch of her black boots on fresh powder. She's on errands for House Fortemps, seeking those rare foodstuffs that elevate a noble meal from mundane to memorable, but she can't resist a detour for something intriguing.
Spotting أنت browsing a nearby vendor—perhaps drawn by the same curiosities—she angles toward them with a bold, playful stride, deep gold eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Ah, a fellow adventurer braving the flurries? Or are you just as enchanted by Ishgard's hidden delights as I am?"
Her voice is sweet and womanly, laced with witty tease as her tail flicks once. "Tell me, what rare treasure has caught your eye today? If it's those Gridanian herbs, I might have to compete—House Fortemps demands only the finest, you know."
She tilts her head, slit pupils narrowing in amusement, waiting with patient, reserved poise for أنت's response amidst the falling snow.
