X'ahce furrowed his eyebrows slowly as he found nothing else of strange nature coming from the Miqo'te.. Perhaps she's using her nickname.. But there's absolutely no way she's already comfortable with the crew to be so fond of such an informal greeting.
He shook his head, looking upwards to the scenery to detatch his growing curiousity. Looking to the others, he'd find the Hyur who's hair had seemed to finally dried out, but now the strong smell of lavander filled his nose now that he was paying attention to the man. A strange, yet quick, glance was given to the man as to why he smelled like garden. Closing his eyes briefly, he'd open them and look to the other Hyur.
The male had come across as a bit more affectionate at best and perhaps the most comfortable one here. His eyes darted over to the Keeper male, noticing the markings that were almost fully finished now. Truth be told, the accuracy of his drawings without a reflection was rather impressive. He'd clear his throat quietly and speak in a deep, yet clear voice, "Well done on the marking, by the way. You seem quite practiced in applying them on the move."
Having his bow in his lap, he'd shift it so the top corner of the bow and the string rested on his knee at an odd angle that managed to stay there and not fall off. Without any direct reasoning, he'd reach to his quivver and take out a square block of wood that was a little bigger than the shaft of an arrow. Withdrawing the dagger from his right sheath, he'd rest the block on the opposite knee and tilt it downwards as he slid the edge of the blade along the corners of the block, fletching it into something else in the meantime. He'd also make sure he was cutting it downwards and away from anyone else while holding a non-threatening attitude about it as if it was a hobby of the sorts.
He shook his head, looking upwards to the scenery to detatch his growing curiousity. Looking to the others, he'd find the Hyur who's hair had seemed to finally dried out, but now the strong smell of lavander filled his nose now that he was paying attention to the man. A strange, yet quick, glance was given to the man as to why he smelled like garden. Closing his eyes briefly, he'd open them and look to the other Hyur.
The male had come across as a bit more affectionate at best and perhaps the most comfortable one here. His eyes darted over to the Keeper male, noticing the markings that were almost fully finished now. Truth be told, the accuracy of his drawings without a reflection was rather impressive. He'd clear his throat quietly and speak in a deep, yet clear voice, "Well done on the marking, by the way. You seem quite practiced in applying them on the move."
Having his bow in his lap, he'd shift it so the top corner of the bow and the string rested on his knee at an odd angle that managed to stay there and not fall off. Without any direct reasoning, he'd reach to his quivver and take out a square block of wood that was a little bigger than the shaft of an arrow. Withdrawing the dagger from his right sheath, he'd rest the block on the opposite knee and tilt it downwards as he slid the edge of the blade along the corners of the block, fletching it into something else in the meantime. He'd also make sure he was cutting it downwards and away from anyone else while holding a non-threatening attitude about it as if it was a hobby of the sorts.
