It was lucky Mikh'a had taken his Flames pearl out long before this. The less he knew about what was happening the easier it would be for him to play his role. The distraction could prove disastrous, and it was the last thing they'd need at this point. He could not mess this up. He wouldn't press Erik's distracted look, but instead had headed away from his captain to make preparations for their trip to the observatory. Whatever was there that they were looking for, it had to be important.. he just hoped it wouldn't take undue time to locate. The longer they were separated from one another the harder it was going to be for all of them, and he knew it. They'd start to fret, the panic would set in, and they'd lose focus after a time.
Mikh'a pulled on heavier clothing long before Dragonhead came in to view - something simple but efficient, that displayed the station he was playing without making it look like he was some kind of waif. ( Not that he didn't regularly, but you know. )
He'd decided against giving Montblanc Siha's books, just in case. Instead he'd carefully hidden them in a way he'd be able to pick them up again later on his own. He knew she'd fret that they weren't where he'd promised to put them but necessary evils were necessary, and the boy tugged a hat down over his head that squished his ears flat. He slid the goggles on again - why take risks in the snow with his already poor eyesight? - and then crouches in front of the still trembling Mammet.
"Hey." he poked at its little chest. "You'll be alright too. Stop shaking like that, only I'm allowed to do that sir. And don't get eaten by the Chocobo, I'm pretty sure between you and me we'd be the equivalent of Gyshal Greens to them if they could get their beaks around us."
YES. He was trying to rally a Mammet. ¬_¬
Standing again though he adjusted his gloves and headed to meet Erik and Raimy on the ground. The snow was halfway to his knees, the inconvenient life of being short, and he gave a grateful grunt while tugging at the mouth of his boot. Those WERE up to his knees, so he was luckily not going to end up with snow in his shoes. The faster they got out of the snow and in to the Observatory the happier he was going to be. He scented the air and halted however... He knew where they were. He knew exactly where they were... A malm. A malm from Ragnar's grave. He'd paced the area for hours after he'd been taken north to it. There was a lingering, familiar scent on the wind. Someone, or something he knew had been there in the last day or so.
Brynjar.Â
The boy gave pause long enough to squint in to the distance and straighten up while trying to scan the snowy landscape before he turned around again and stepped to his captain. "Remember." he said to Raimy. "Confidence. We'll meet up again after you've delivered the letter... right?" he tilted his head to Erik for confirmation.
