[Actually, inside that box, there's another box. And inside of that, a flea. A harmless little flea. So it's surprisingly light. But that's neither here nor there.
The woman who opens the door and peers out is rail-thin and more wrinkle than woman now. Her eyes gleam as she spots the package, and she indulges in a moment of wicked cackling before she answers the delivery mascot.]
I...am Ysma. [She says it with an air of expectancy. Cower in fear, moogle girl. Fall prostrate in awe of her presence!]
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The woman who opens the door and peers out is rail-thin and more wrinkle than woman now. Her eyes gleam as she spots the package, and she indulges in a moment of wicked cackling before she answers the delivery mascot.]
I...am Ysma. [She says it with an air of expectancy. Cower in fear, moogle girl. Fall prostrate in awe of her presence!]