"I see yer point," replied Odette, her ocean hues tracking the movement of the gate as they passed through, the light of the aetherite glowing softly to light the waters of the inner clearing the two approached. She stopped in her tracks for the briefest of moments, gaze scanning the surrounding area to search for any faces that she might somehow recognize through a child's eyes after twenty years. There were none. "Still, if I can help in any way Nahli. . . I ain't goin' t'press it on ye. Ye know where t'find me if ye need an extra pair of hands what ain't afraid t'get dirty."
Taking the first opportunity that presented itself, the blonde slipped off her saddle with a duelists grace. Or so she would have, were Bayard willing to cooperate. Just as the Highlander had swung her shapely leg over the worn leather saddle, the feathered menace decided to start walking forward with a flap of it's spindly wings right in her freckled face as he trod off after Leafsong; apparently enamored. "Pah!" exclaimed Odette, swatting at the belligerent assault and losing her grip of the saddle in the process to stumble backward before finding her balance.Â
Grasping the chocobo by the reins, though not without first casting a baleful look in it's direction, she moves to follow the miqo'te with a nod. "Aye, best we do that." she agreed, throwing back the hood of her open robe to shake out golden ponytail and windswept bangs as they walked further into the tunnels. Each step in the dark dirt was a memory for the Highlander, not of this place but of another far to the east.
Taking the first opportunity that presented itself, the blonde slipped off her saddle with a duelists grace. Or so she would have, were Bayard willing to cooperate. Just as the Highlander had swung her shapely leg over the worn leather saddle, the feathered menace decided to start walking forward with a flap of it's spindly wings right in her freckled face as he trod off after Leafsong; apparently enamored. "Pah!" exclaimed Odette, swatting at the belligerent assault and losing her grip of the saddle in the process to stumble backward before finding her balance.Â
Grasping the chocobo by the reins, though not without first casting a baleful look in it's direction, she moves to follow the miqo'te with a nod. "Aye, best we do that." she agreed, throwing back the hood of her open robe to shake out golden ponytail and windswept bangs as they walked further into the tunnels. Each step in the dark dirt was a memory for the Highlander, not of this place but of another far to the east.
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