It was rare that Maria was in the Commoners District without Theo. Not that she eschewed this part of the city, but besides the Church, familial duties, or work, she lived a cloistered existence. Without socializing or shopping, there was little reason for her to go there.
With all the extra commotion, extra patrols were called for. Maria had had the privilege of riding through with a Ranger she had trained with and not spoken to for a long time. She made an impressive figure on her chocobo, also an old friend of hers. Her white armor glowed under the light. A holy copper medal of Faram hung from her saddle.
They met coming around a bend. Maria raised her hand in a salute, her visor risen. "Siana. Is Prichard not with you?" Certainly, it was unwise to patrol alone down here. Maria had no intentions of lagging, but did foolishly assume that her status as a faithful lent her extra protection amongst the crowds. Were here medal made of more dear materials than copper, she might think differently.