OOC Note:
Andre's eyes returned to the curious lalafel briefly as he turned and offered him a slight and appreciative nod. As his gaze lingered on him for a moment, the man's eyepatch, as well as the scar that dragged out beneath his right eye, stole Andre's attention briefly. On some level, the lalafel's wounds intrigued the young hyur - as improper as they felt when considering the man's outwardly, polite nature -, bringing him to wonder what kind of past and present affiliation he had with their shared home city.
"If it is no trouble then it would be greatly appreciated" he replied warmly without allowing too much of a delay.
His glance hopped over to both Clover and the miqo'te, conjurer-in-training respectively as they, too, quickly responded and expressed their desire to help with the benign situation. As with the others, he offered them a nod in understanding, smiling friendlily in the process.
"Many thanks, you lot" the driver hummed in with a slightly happier tone as he made his way back to the chocobos to tend to them for a moment and settle the excited birds down.
Andre took a few steps forward as he made his way out of the caravan, stepping down on to the ground carefully when he reached the end of the carriage. His tired muscles, still somewhat sapped of energy, gave little recognition to the consideration he offered them and complained loudly regardless. The hyur grunted with discomfort as he stepped a little further away from the caravan to take a few moments to pause and roll his shoulders and stretch his limbs. He wasn't particularly used to these long carriage rides and sleeping for so long in an uncomfortable position took a toll on his body, negligible as it truly was. Having been preoccupied with alleviating his mild aches, the male miqo'te, S'imba if he head overheard correctly, managed to escape the hyur's attention as he was chased into the woodland by his own paranoia; the faint sounds of snapping twigs and rustling of leaves merely being dismissed by the hyur as harmless animals shuffling, unseen through the brush.
Still rolling his shoulders, the hyur's head gently tipped sideward as he glanced over toward his female acquaintance whom stood but a couple of yalms away.
"Shall we go?" Andre posed the question to her humbly though with a subtle eagerness to hurry on with the task.
Andre's eyes returned to the curious lalafel briefly as he turned and offered him a slight and appreciative nod. As his gaze lingered on him for a moment, the man's eyepatch, as well as the scar that dragged out beneath his right eye, stole Andre's attention briefly. On some level, the lalafel's wounds intrigued the young hyur - as improper as they felt when considering the man's outwardly, polite nature -, bringing him to wonder what kind of past and present affiliation he had with their shared home city.
"If it is no trouble then it would be greatly appreciated" he replied warmly without allowing too much of a delay.
His glance hopped over to both Clover and the miqo'te, conjurer-in-training respectively as they, too, quickly responded and expressed their desire to help with the benign situation. As with the others, he offered them a nod in understanding, smiling friendlily in the process.
"Many thanks, you lot" the driver hummed in with a slightly happier tone as he made his way back to the chocobos to tend to them for a moment and settle the excited birds down.
Andre took a few steps forward as he made his way out of the caravan, stepping down on to the ground carefully when he reached the end of the carriage. His tired muscles, still somewhat sapped of energy, gave little recognition to the consideration he offered them and complained loudly regardless. The hyur grunted with discomfort as he stepped a little further away from the caravan to take a few moments to pause and roll his shoulders and stretch his limbs. He wasn't particularly used to these long carriage rides and sleeping for so long in an uncomfortable position took a toll on his body, negligible as it truly was. Having been preoccupied with alleviating his mild aches, the male miqo'te, S'imba if he head overheard correctly, managed to escape the hyur's attention as he was chased into the woodland by his own paranoia; the faint sounds of snapping twigs and rustling of leaves merely being dismissed by the hyur as harmless animals shuffling, unseen through the brush.
Still rolling his shoulders, the hyur's head gently tipped sideward as he glanced over toward his female acquaintance whom stood but a couple of yalms away.
"Shall we go?" Andre posed the question to her humbly though with a subtle eagerness to hurry on with the task.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
