Need a hand? [Namine]

[Byrne]

Midday, Season of Summer, Day 4, 512 AV. Argh! I'm never gonna get a job!" Byrne cursed after the sentence and let out a frustrated sigh. Maybe he really was workaholic but that didn't matter now. He had to quickly find a job so he could pay up his stuff, and things were not looking bright at all. Covering his face with his hands while looking up, he didn't see where he was going and everyone knows how that's supposed to end. When he was about to put his hands down he walked to something, or someone. He wobbled backwards a few steps and looked at the one he had walked on. He quickly straightened his clothes as he put on a awkwardly and apologizing smile. "I'm very sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going because I'm too good to find a job." he reached his hand out and continued "My name is Byrne. Spelled as Burn.

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[Kylar Blint]

Namine meandered throughout the Syliras, hoping to find a place to stay or work, so as to earn some mizas for her purse. Suddenly, a shadowed shape collided with her, causing her to stumble backward, and her bag to fall off her shoulder, spilling the contents over the pavement. She quickly gathered it up, including her father's prized telescope, and stood up, dusting herself off. "Listen to me, you oaf..." She muttered as she looked straight into the man's clearly apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry, excuse my outburst. I am Naminé Voltaïre. Again, I am so sorry for my callous outburst. I shall have to keep a tight hold of my emotions next time. You said your name was Byrne? Hopefully you won't scorch me." Naminé stated, her cheeks becoming a blushed colour on her pale skin. "Please allow me help you in any way in apology for my behaviour. Even...medial labour." She said with a hiss as she took out her drawing pad and began sketching the man's face. Her pencil curved and looped around the page, etching the man's appearance into an almost infinite form. In the space of five bells, she was done. "Where do you hail from, Byrne? I hail from the Konti city of Mura." Naminé said quietly, feeling herself babble. She felt herself slowly falling for the man, and quickly built up her emotional defenses again. "So what are you doing in Syliras? Visiting Evantide Tower? Hoping to find something in the corn fields?" Namine discussed, hoping to hear of something worthwhile from the human man. "If you know any sailors, please pass their names to me, I have a dream to fulfill and I will need their help, if any are found." Naminé said, before shifting to silence to let the man digest the situation.