Ah, but Gran was ready for the assault this time! With a glimmer in his porcine eye, he dodged to the side and away from the oncoming beak. Seeing his opening, he pressed his advantage and charged into Victory's leg!
... And bounced off with a sound not unlike a dog's squeaky toy. Still, Gran considered this attack a success and spun around once in a little victory dance. Eyes closed, snout upturned proudly, one would think he had defeated a long-set rival rather than merely bumped a bird in the leg.
Chachanji, on the other hand, was currently still engrossed in much more peaceful matters. At Xavarian's admission to his weariness, he took on a shocked and then apologetic look. He padded his way lightly towards the Duskwight and gave him a gentle pat on the leg.
"If yer sleepy, ya should go sleeps," he advised wisely. "If'n ya need ta get in touch wit me, I'm pretty sure ya can leave a message wit Momodi. She's lettin' me shack up in th' Hourglass while I do my halpin' out 'round Ul'dah, so she'd be me best bet."
He took on a firmer tone once that was said, looking at the much taller Elezen sternly.
"Now, off ta bed wit ye! Ya need yer sleeps!"
With his piece said, the little Lalafell marched his way back over to Warren, looking up at the almost-as-tall Highlander. He looked the Hyur over, recalling what he had just said about showing him what he knew so far about the fine art of swording. His gaze flitted to his own little indigo-hued blade, then to Warren's much larger weapon, and then back at the man himself.
"So... err... am I sposta attack ya or somethin'?" he queried neatly.
... And bounced off with a sound not unlike a dog's squeaky toy. Still, Gran considered this attack a success and spun around once in a little victory dance. Eyes closed, snout upturned proudly, one would think he had defeated a long-set rival rather than merely bumped a bird in the leg.
Chachanji, on the other hand, was currently still engrossed in much more peaceful matters. At Xavarian's admission to his weariness, he took on a shocked and then apologetic look. He padded his way lightly towards the Duskwight and gave him a gentle pat on the leg.
"If yer sleepy, ya should go sleeps," he advised wisely. "If'n ya need ta get in touch wit me, I'm pretty sure ya can leave a message wit Momodi. She's lettin' me shack up in th' Hourglass while I do my halpin' out 'round Ul'dah, so she'd be me best bet."
He took on a firmer tone once that was said, looking at the much taller Elezen sternly.
"Now, off ta bed wit ye! Ya need yer sleeps!"
With his piece said, the little Lalafell marched his way back over to Warren, looking up at the almost-as-tall Highlander. He looked the Hyur over, recalling what he had just said about showing him what he knew so far about the fine art of swording. His gaze flitted to his own little indigo-hued blade, then to Warren's much larger weapon, and then back at the man himself.
"So... err... am I sposta attack ya or somethin'?" he queried neatly.
