Chachanji's violet eyes glimmered in the glow of the forges as he was brought before the gentleman who he'd apparently be working under, matching the sharpness of the Highlander's piercing azures. They were familiar enough on their own, even though his own gaze often drifted away from their kindred pair. To have it paired with that unmistakable mix of Ala Mhigan and Ishardian tone only cemented the strange familiarity with the towering form that knelt before him. The mention of a sister in Ul'dah by V'aleera just moments prior all but confirmed his suspicions.
And yet, the name that was presented to the little Dunesfolk was enough to bring a bit of hesitation to his movements. He was aware, somewhat, that his own people often had differing last names - his family's being unique in order to honor his ancestry. However, he was fairly certain that Hyurs oft shared last names on the regular - even across genders!
So, wouldn't he be Osvald Foxheart? Or perhaps she was supposed to be Aya Tharintreu? Maybe she was using a false last name - or an entirely fabricated name, which was a not uncommon practice amongst adventurers according to Ms. Momodi - but why would someone as friendly and cheerful as the Quicksand's most famous barmaid need to do that? Maybe he was just wrong and this mountain of a man wasn't related to her at all...
Hm.
"Mr. Osvald... Tharintrue, huh?" he repeated, emphasizing the last name even as he mispronounced it a bit, as if to ensure he had heard Osvald correctly. It was definitely something to ask about, perhaps later after having gotten settled. Still, Chachanji put his own gloved hand in the man's much larger one despite his mild confusion on the whole name situation, in stalwart greeting of one smith to another. They obviously were not acquainted enough to clasp forearms as he'd seen his father do - a task likely much more difficult anyway due to the size difference betwixt them - but at the very least the boy ensured his grip was firm, showing some of the artisan's strength within the deceptively small Lalafellan frame. "Nice ta meetcha."
And yet, the name that was presented to the little Dunesfolk was enough to bring a bit of hesitation to his movements. He was aware, somewhat, that his own people often had differing last names - his family's being unique in order to honor his ancestry. However, he was fairly certain that Hyurs oft shared last names on the regular - even across genders!
So, wouldn't he be Osvald Foxheart? Or perhaps she was supposed to be Aya Tharintreu? Maybe she was using a false last name - or an entirely fabricated name, which was a not uncommon practice amongst adventurers according to Ms. Momodi - but why would someone as friendly and cheerful as the Quicksand's most famous barmaid need to do that? Maybe he was just wrong and this mountain of a man wasn't related to her at all...
Hm.
"Mr. Osvald... Tharintrue, huh?" he repeated, emphasizing the last name even as he mispronounced it a bit, as if to ensure he had heard Osvald correctly. It was definitely something to ask about, perhaps later after having gotten settled. Still, Chachanji put his own gloved hand in the man's much larger one despite his mild confusion on the whole name situation, in stalwart greeting of one smith to another. They obviously were not acquainted enough to clasp forearms as he'd seen his father do - a task likely much more difficult anyway due to the size difference betwixt them - but at the very least the boy ensured his grip was firm, showing some of the artisan's strength within the deceptively small Lalafellan frame. "Nice ta meetcha."
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