A kilt.....my hobby, my pleasure and my social undoing. A courtier's life is one of ease and splendor. That is, until my weakness revealed itself graceing the muscular pelvis of a certain Elezen in the markets of Ul'dah. His bronzed skin flexed and torn from endless fights. A sculptures hand surely could do no better. With a quick glance of his raptors gaze my social decline began. I watched him from afar at first. His amorous excursions, with a certain Miqo'te, barely tolerated from a distance. He ruled my night, day and waking dreams. The court, my lineage and therefore my inheritance held no sway. From there I was thrust out into the rags of Ul'dah and landed at the feet of his world. I've earned my scars, steeled myself and push onto what i want most in this Eorzea....his kilt.
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