Xavarian couldn't help a small snicker at the advice, though took notes on what the hero-to-be had said about residing at the Hourglass.  The light pat on the leg would feel to the Lalafell as though he had momentarily touched something like a heating-pad (or any Eorzean equivalent that may exist), insofar as it wouldn't burn, but would be much warmer than one otherwise might expect from a brief touch.  The Elezen himself, however, didn't seem to be particularly bothered by this, really.  Maybe it was just the sunlight on the dark clothes...
"I will, and thank you~ Â It may be several nights time, depending on.. other arrangements, but I will leave word when I can~" Â Finishing up his writing, the temperature around him cools a moment as he waves a hand over the ink, before snapping the book shut. Â Not without a wide stretch, and a rub of his eyes does he stand, stepping back to be out of the way of the pair. Â He shuffles around once upright, sticking his tome back on to his belt just so and getting all the dust off of his robe and backside.
"It was nice to meet you both, and good luck with your swords training, hm~? Â May Th-" A small pause. Â "the Twelve watch over you~" Â He amends with a raise of a hand, and an amused smile. Â Not all might take well to his usual goodbyes, he couldn't help but think, but at least he caught it. Â This time.Â
Xavarian then crossed his arms and turned to Vathen, still sprawled out in the sand. Â "Well, you look like you're enjoying yourself there~ Â Though time to go, up, unless you'd rather just roll about out here~ In the sun." Â The bird looked up at the Elezen, almost indignant for a moment, as though quite content where he stopped, before eventually rising and nudging the Elezen lightly in protest. Â Xavarian huffed back, an unspoken conversation taking place between the duskwight and his companion while leaving a moment to dust the chocobo off too, brushing sand from the bird's feathers carefully. Â He gets dirty enough out here with the dust storms, who could figure all that sand would be comfortable? Â Though it wasn't long before the dark duskwight was satisfied with the brief cleaning, and hoisted himself up into the equally dark saddle.
  For just a little while the training pair had Xavarian's attention, thoughts that couldn't be seen on his features trickling through his mind, though he then squinted in the direction of the city, gave a small murmur to his bird, and the dark duo took off towards Ul'dah.  Certainly an interesting end to an interesting night. Â
"I will, and thank you~ Â It may be several nights time, depending on.. other arrangements, but I will leave word when I can~" Â Finishing up his writing, the temperature around him cools a moment as he waves a hand over the ink, before snapping the book shut. Â Not without a wide stretch, and a rub of his eyes does he stand, stepping back to be out of the way of the pair. Â He shuffles around once upright, sticking his tome back on to his belt just so and getting all the dust off of his robe and backside.
"It was nice to meet you both, and good luck with your swords training, hm~? Â May Th-" A small pause. Â "the Twelve watch over you~" Â He amends with a raise of a hand, and an amused smile. Â Not all might take well to his usual goodbyes, he couldn't help but think, but at least he caught it. Â This time.Â
Xavarian then crossed his arms and turned to Vathen, still sprawled out in the sand. Â "Well, you look like you're enjoying yourself there~ Â Though time to go, up, unless you'd rather just roll about out here~ In the sun." Â The bird looked up at the Elezen, almost indignant for a moment, as though quite content where he stopped, before eventually rising and nudging the Elezen lightly in protest. Â Xavarian huffed back, an unspoken conversation taking place between the duskwight and his companion while leaving a moment to dust the chocobo off too, brushing sand from the bird's feathers carefully. Â He gets dirty enough out here with the dust storms, who could figure all that sand would be comfortable? Â Though it wasn't long before the dark duskwight was satisfied with the brief cleaning, and hoisted himself up into the equally dark saddle.
  For just a little while the training pair had Xavarian's attention, thoughts that couldn't be seen on his features trickling through his mind, though he then squinted in the direction of the city, gave a small murmur to his bird, and the dark duo took off towards Ul'dah.  Certainly an interesting end to an interesting night. Â
