It was rather late into the sun, and the dark skinned, dark clothed nocturnal duskwight was already fairly run down. Â The intense light of mid-day in Central Thanalan did nothing for Xavarian's vision, as he squinted into the desert, letting sounds guide him more than sight, and trusting the charcoal-plumed chocobo he was riding with the rest. Â At the very least, Vathen had been mostly unpacked of his usual cargo by now, so the chocobo seemed to be racing on at a quicker-than-average pace, something the duskwight could hardly argue with. Â But all the more likely for him to rush into something unseen. Â This is why deserts were such a problem, there often wasn't much to be heard beyond the crunch of sand and wi- "Ms. Artemis! Somebody! HAAAALP!"
Well, that was new. Â Aether chilling the air around him briefly, Xavarian snapped his head towards the direction of the sound, and thought he might make something out scuttling not too far off... or was that a hornet? Â Some kind of bird? ...A buzzard? Â Or some tiny pig? Â He squinted that way, as though narrowed eyes might discern something more, before he veered right to steer the gray-plumed bird closer. Â Whatever it was, seemed small enough to be trampled, though perhaps with a bit of issue, and in caution, Xavarian dismounts a ..sufficient distance away from the 'commotion'. Â It'd certainly do no one favors to accidentally run them down. Â By the time he gets closer to see what might be happening, it appeared that one of the critters (or people) had wedged themselves into some rocks where as the bee-buzzard seemed to be closing in.
Yet within moments, there was the unmistakeable sound of a chocobo's gallop against sand, with clanging armor no less, seeming to charge right into the scene. Â Xavarian hesitated, squinting into the sun with a hand shielding his eyes. Â Was that someone coming to help, or a persuer? Â Now would be the time to stop them, if he was going to- but by the hells, being certain in this forsaken sunlight. Â Instead he opted to walk a bit closer pulling his staff from its straps on his back, hopefully to see clearer before the man dismounted, and the words that carried from the scene answered the questions for him.
At this, the dark duskwight pauses, opting not to approach any nearer just yet, but instead to call over, leaving enough room for him still to cast a spell of sleep or ice if need be.
"I-Is all well over there?" Â An uncertain deep voice carries, followed by pursed lips and a small, chilled breeze.
Well, that was new. Â Aether chilling the air around him briefly, Xavarian snapped his head towards the direction of the sound, and thought he might make something out scuttling not too far off... or was that a hornet? Â Some kind of bird? ...A buzzard? Â Or some tiny pig? Â He squinted that way, as though narrowed eyes might discern something more, before he veered right to steer the gray-plumed bird closer. Â Whatever it was, seemed small enough to be trampled, though perhaps with a bit of issue, and in caution, Xavarian dismounts a ..sufficient distance away from the 'commotion'. Â It'd certainly do no one favors to accidentally run them down. Â By the time he gets closer to see what might be happening, it appeared that one of the critters (or people) had wedged themselves into some rocks where as the bee-buzzard seemed to be closing in.
Yet within moments, there was the unmistakeable sound of a chocobo's gallop against sand, with clanging armor no less, seeming to charge right into the scene. Â Xavarian hesitated, squinting into the sun with a hand shielding his eyes. Â Was that someone coming to help, or a persuer? Â Now would be the time to stop them, if he was going to- but by the hells, being certain in this forsaken sunlight. Â Instead he opted to walk a bit closer pulling his staff from its straps on his back, hopefully to see clearer before the man dismounted, and the words that carried from the scene answered the questions for him.
At this, the dark duskwight pauses, opting not to approach any nearer just yet, but instead to call over, leaving enough room for him still to cast a spell of sleep or ice if need be.
"I-Is all well over there?" Â An uncertain deep voice carries, followed by pursed lips and a small, chilled breeze.
