Lala or Miqo'te?

[Laerune]

If you are planning on wearing the Thavnairian set or the Eastern Lord sets or the knee high boots, go for Miqote. I love Lalafell, but alot of the more "adult" looking outfit do not fit them.

[Morningstar1337]

It sounds like it boils down to two choices. do you want to appear cute or do you want to appear sexy? (Yes I know Miqo'te fits both criteria but the choice of glamour is what veers it over to the "sexy" side)

[Myrhn]

Miqote all the way. We more cute, more sexy and more sassy. Lalas are just food with legs

[dejiko_san]

I think its mainly down to that some cosmetic items like, thavnairian set for example, doesnt look too great on lalas ive seen, but I may be wrong.

Tataru-sama looks adorable in her thav outfit! /gasp!


I think you're better off staying as a cat if you like the way clothing looks on one. /diva hair flip

[Terrini]

I think my Lala looks good in it, thank you.

[HighMarshal]

[Zigabar]

^ Well, that got dark fast.

OP, I think your Lalafell is adorable!

[Balipu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m0LhDiMj8Q

[Bebekurenai]

Lalafells are adorable and you can literally fart at someone, they will always smile with awe at you. Anything is allowed when you are cute. But...
Being practical and with my own experience (I started as lala), you might encounter problems like camera angles. I changed my own target name color to red just so I could see myself within all the other players, and still had trouble seeing my girl. Tanking will be more challenging than other taller races, my boyfriend had less trouble tanking as Au-Ra for instance than as lala.
I found miqote (which is what I used to play in ff11, well, mithra) had the perfect height. It also is what feels more like "me", but that's just a personal experience.
All in all, I like miqote better on the long run, but then as I said, I'm a kitty at heart.

[Vaeria]

There were 2 men once upon a time, a wise old sage, and a young inexperienced fool. One day, as things are likely to happen, they began to have a disagreement about the land around them, for they were both men who liked to have their seperate space. Said the young man to the old: "I shall have my choice of the land around us 1st, since your life is all but spent old man..whereas my own has many moons to go." The old man quietly nodded in agreement.

Stepping forward, the young man surveyed the lands to the east and west. To the west, were flatlands, with smooth, unbroken fields for planting rows of crops, lakes for drinking and swimming, and firm flat ground for building a sturdy house. To the east, there were great rolling hills, 2 in particular, which stood well above the others like the bosom of a proud woman. While they were ripe with life and vegetation, working them wouldve presented a great challenge, since one would have to travel up and down their grand construct to get to his/her desired destination.

"I have made my decision", said the young man in firm tone. "I shall have my fill of the smooth flat fields and lands to the west..while you may trouble yourself with the great mounds of the east." Again, the old man quietly nodded in agreement.

Time went by, and the young man prospered greatly. He decorated his flat fields with lavish buildings and gardens. Flowers as far as the eye could see danced in the morning sun, and the rivers sat still in peaceful tranquility. The old man, on the other hand lived a quiet and humble life far atop the grand, busty, full mounds his home was situated upon, stopping every now and then to enjoy the awe-inspiring view they provided.

One winters night..a foul storm rolled in, one such as the wold had never before known. Grand, unholy winds, wicked thunder, and relentless, merciless sheets of rain poured down. For 10 days did it rain..then 20..then 30. The rivers of the flatlands were soon overwhelmed..and became lakes....then the beginnings of an ocean.

It was by this time, that the young man realized he was in grave danger. Gathering up his valuables, he desperately made for the tall firm, lifegiving rolling hills where the old man resided. He then tried to climb them, but the waters had made said mounds completely wet and slippery, so that his feet could not gain the mastery over them. In panic he called out:" Old man!! Save me, oh save me!" But the old man, far atop the safty of his grand mounds called back, "Sorry, my son, for you have made your decisions in life...and I mine. I chose to climb atop these firm large mounds..while you sought the comforts of the flatlands. We must walk our own paths, no?"

The young man drowned.

The next day, the old man came back outside his house from high atop the great hills that had shielded him from death with their large, full swells in order to vigorously milf the milf out of his milk laiden milking cow. As he began milking the milk cow, he looked...looked down their firm peaks, at the flatlands..and smiled. Smiled a smile that only came with age and wisdom, and his eyes gazed ever into the distant horizons.

The End.