When the Duskwight could finally discern clearly the Lalafell before him, he seemed content in his position. Â The faint smile on his lips persisted through the reaffirmation, and Xavarian nodded, leaning forward against his staff some while continuing to shield his eyes and squint. Â He was tired, but also curious. Â For but a moment, Vathen received a side-glance, a look almost as though assuring the bird of something or other, before the bright teal eyes looked back to the Lalafell.
" 'Gegenji gear'..." Â He mutters quietly. Xavarian actually had a mild interest in the answer to the Hyur's question, and knew well enough that it's simple to ignore some inquiries when others are asked. ...He, himself, might have done that all the time. Â So instead of pursuing his thoughts, the mage silently mouths 'Gegenji' a few times, as though to remember. Had he heard that word before? Â Taking notes in this light would be dreadful. Â ... But it could be done. Â Should it be done? Â Yes, it most certainly should.
While returning his staff to the straps on his back, and finagling the sizeable tome and pen from his belts and pouches, Xavarian adds, as though not rearranging himself at all, "I was wondering as well, for it sounds you are not looking for trouble, yet dressed as you are.." A small gesture with his now pen-hand. Â "... are you searching for something out here?"
By now the book has been opened, pages flipped, and the Elezen holds the book close to his face to scribble something down, angling his position to best block the sun from vision, yet still have some view of those he's talking to.
" 'Gegenji gear'..." Â He mutters quietly. Xavarian actually had a mild interest in the answer to the Hyur's question, and knew well enough that it's simple to ignore some inquiries when others are asked. ...He, himself, might have done that all the time. Â So instead of pursuing his thoughts, the mage silently mouths 'Gegenji' a few times, as though to remember. Had he heard that word before? Â Taking notes in this light would be dreadful. Â ... But it could be done. Â Should it be done? Â Yes, it most certainly should.
While returning his staff to the straps on his back, and finagling the sizeable tome and pen from his belts and pouches, Xavarian adds, as though not rearranging himself at all, "I was wondering as well, for it sounds you are not looking for trouble, yet dressed as you are.." A small gesture with his now pen-hand. Â "... are you searching for something out here?"
By now the book has been opened, pages flipped, and the Elezen holds the book close to his face to scribble something down, angling his position to best block the sun from vision, yet still have some view of those he's talking to.
