A slightly withered, very grey miqo'te glanced down at the lalafell in the... let's say eccentric brightly colored clothing and then at the linkpearl-on-a-stick that was suddenly stuck in his face. The cat's eyes exchanged between them and a grey old ear flicked before he reached up to scratch just under it.
"Oh, I seen lotsa folks headin' that-a-way. Not me, mind ya' - old fella like m'self ain't got no business lookin' to go face to snout with no dragon. I reckon it'd upset the little miss a right bit if she got wind that her man went and got himself eaten."
The miqo'te smiled in amusement with a twinkle in his eye, as if he was telling a joke of some sort that not everyone was in on. "If'n the rest'a us should be lookin' out for their war spillin' into our neck of the wood..." He paused a moment and frowned, not liking whatever thought graced behind his eyes. "...first and foremos' I'd worry about what's goin' on with Ishgard. We ain't seen much'a one another late, but it weren't always like this. Kinda like the stubborn little kit who strikes out from home, try'n'a show the whole of the world that he can stand on his own two feet too."
"S'easy to get wrapped up in the pas' couple'a years and remember that they turned away from the res' of us, but I don't think it's so simple as jus' pickin' sides." The cat shrugged and seemed to realize he was rambling a bit. "We ain't all gotta be beholden to the sins of our fathers, I think. If they need a hand and we've got one to offer..."
The cat trailed off with another small shrug, turning his hand in a "why not?" sort of way.
"Oh, I seen lotsa folks headin' that-a-way. Not me, mind ya' - old fella like m'self ain't got no business lookin' to go face to snout with no dragon. I reckon it'd upset the little miss a right bit if she got wind that her man went and got himself eaten."
The miqo'te smiled in amusement with a twinkle in his eye, as if he was telling a joke of some sort that not everyone was in on. "If'n the rest'a us should be lookin' out for their war spillin' into our neck of the wood..." He paused a moment and frowned, not liking whatever thought graced behind his eyes. "...first and foremos' I'd worry about what's goin' on with Ishgard. We ain't seen much'a one another late, but it weren't always like this. Kinda like the stubborn little kit who strikes out from home, try'n'a show the whole of the world that he can stand on his own two feet too."
"S'easy to get wrapped up in the pas' couple'a years and remember that they turned away from the res' of us, but I don't think it's so simple as jus' pickin' sides." The cat shrugged and seemed to realize he was rambling a bit. "We ain't all gotta be beholden to the sins of our fathers, I think. If they need a hand and we've got one to offer..."
The cat trailed off with another small shrug, turning his hand in a "why not?" sort of way.
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