Koi's Attempts at FFXIV Write 2023

The sound of the bustling city felt good today. The wind whipped Hanako's air as the boat slipped away from the skyline. It was bittersweet but it was freedom. For all she'd tried and failed to do, she was finally escaping everything for real. It felt real this time, it felt, good. She knew how far she'd have to go. She couldn't get off at Dalmasca or even Raz-At-Han, she had to go all the way to Ul'dah. Once in Ul'dah she had people she could attempt to contact to seek asylum, people went missing in Ul'dah all the time, they wouldn't notice Hanako was gone either.

Hanako had co-opted a disguise to get herself there, a long dusty-pink scarf that she covered her blonde hair with, and pulled over to obscure the lower half of her face. She used pink to dull her eye color with the monotony of pink and purple of her outfit, if she looked all one color she wouldn't stand out. She also knew her self-centered assailant disliked pink with a passion, and she enjoyed having such a renewed claim over her own body.