The words, "I think Asscher is the way to go!" echo off of the walls faintly inside of the Gold Court along with the laughter that follows. It was loud enough, however, for a particular Hyur to catch wind of it. There was nothing solid to go on, just words. Although, if this slight glimmer of hope in the form of spoken words from an Elezen woman turn into a miracle seemingly blessed by the Twelve, it might have made the man seriously reposition his feelings about piety regardless of his current stance towards the pantheons.
       The first thing he would take note of was the goldsmiths hammer. Then, he studies Yloise's action and demeanor while she greets the few people that linger around the Gold Court as she walks through, however any suspicion that he holds in his gaze is masked as he makes quiet strides to approach the woman and makes sure each step lacked an urgency that belies his true goals. Just in case.
       She seems lost in her own thoughts as she makes her way towards wherever her destination is. Hopefully, because of this he was able to 'saddle up' alongside her without her noticing a man approach from the side.
       Regardless if she catches sight of a Midlander with raven hair that matches her own stroll casually in her general direction, or if she would be caught off guard, he would ask with an inflection of innocent curiosity, "Perhaps the Marquise cut would best suit your elegance instead?". Thus the game begins. Or at least he hopes so.
       The first thing he would take note of was the goldsmiths hammer. Then, he studies Yloise's action and demeanor while she greets the few people that linger around the Gold Court as she walks through, however any suspicion that he holds in his gaze is masked as he makes quiet strides to approach the woman and makes sure each step lacked an urgency that belies his true goals. Just in case.
       She seems lost in her own thoughts as she makes her way towards wherever her destination is. Hopefully, because of this he was able to 'saddle up' alongside her without her noticing a man approach from the side.
       Regardless if she catches sight of a Midlander with raven hair that matches her own stroll casually in her general direction, or if she would be caught off guard, he would ask with an inflection of innocent curiosity, "Perhaps the Marquise cut would best suit your elegance instead?". Thus the game begins. Or at least he hopes so.
