Mikh'a swung his body off of the chocobo as he came to a stop, though he near immediately regretted it. Snow up to his knees, guh. The small Miqo'te internally cursed the twelve and the unjust height they'd cursed him with while looking back to his captain. "Yeah." he said and he sniffed at the air. "Yeah I survived it." This time. Though now that they were far enough away and the rush was starting to wear off the poor boy was shaking - thankfully it could be mistaken for the temperature. He felt dizzy from the rush of it all, and the boy lifted his hand to his forehead while scenting the air. "The mission isn't successful yet though, we're not home, and our names aren't cleared."
Erik was still talking. There were still things being said, and if he weren't already cold he'd have had that same sense of ice water filling his blood when Titor's name was dropped as well. How? Why? What were they doing to get caught? Why hadn't they kept their heads low? He vaguely remembered Kahn'a saying something, something about Ul'dah and contacts and a mission that he had to do for Erik. The thought crossed his mind, had Kahn'a been caught on purpose? Had Titor? Was this all part of their captain's elaborate plan to clear their names? Those big pink eyes shifted to look at Erik as he scanned the sky through the storm though as he went to open his mouth he felt a scaly head bump his fingers. Startled, Mikh'a lowered his gaze and set his hand to rest on the drake's head. "Brynjar..." he said quietly, then gave him a pat. "It's okay buddy... we're going home soon..."
Mikh'a's heart ached. It was suddenly harder to hold out hope that Kahn'a was being treated to tea and a quiet chat about the Red Wings with Brynjar's appearance. It was just a sorry reminder that Ragnar had said the same thing Kahn'a had. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. "We're going to keep a low profile... and save our men, right?" he questioned Erik though the answer was obvious. The boy nodded his head when Erik confirmed the statement and took a deep breath. "I'll do whatever it takes to get this over with, and clear our names."
He scented the air, then whipped his head around. There it was again, carried on the wind. This time it was stronger and no less unrecognizable as the not!Elezen that had been stalking in to the observatory as they were fleeing. He was close by and the boy defensively bared his fangs. The timing was too convenient with what Erik had just said and he was not without caution as he took a step forward, though Brynjar firmly planted his weight between the approaching Nako'li, his charge, and the captain. ( The bird too. ) "Who goes there?" Mikh'a called, grateful for the conjury Siha had taught him as he'd left his book on the ship with Montblanc for the sake of the role Erik had tasked him with.
Erik was still talking. There were still things being said, and if he weren't already cold he'd have had that same sense of ice water filling his blood when Titor's name was dropped as well. How? Why? What were they doing to get caught? Why hadn't they kept their heads low? He vaguely remembered Kahn'a saying something, something about Ul'dah and contacts and a mission that he had to do for Erik. The thought crossed his mind, had Kahn'a been caught on purpose? Had Titor? Was this all part of their captain's elaborate plan to clear their names? Those big pink eyes shifted to look at Erik as he scanned the sky through the storm though as he went to open his mouth he felt a scaly head bump his fingers. Startled, Mikh'a lowered his gaze and set his hand to rest on the drake's head. "Brynjar..." he said quietly, then gave him a pat. "It's okay buddy... we're going home soon..."
Mikh'a's heart ached. It was suddenly harder to hold out hope that Kahn'a was being treated to tea and a quiet chat about the Red Wings with Brynjar's appearance. It was just a sorry reminder that Ragnar had said the same thing Kahn'a had. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. "We're going to keep a low profile... and save our men, right?" he questioned Erik though the answer was obvious. The boy nodded his head when Erik confirmed the statement and took a deep breath. "I'll do whatever it takes to get this over with, and clear our names."
He scented the air, then whipped his head around. There it was again, carried on the wind. This time it was stronger and no less unrecognizable as the not!Elezen that had been stalking in to the observatory as they were fleeing. He was close by and the boy defensively bared his fangs. The timing was too convenient with what Erik had just said and he was not without caution as he took a step forward, though Brynjar firmly planted his weight between the approaching Nako'li, his charge, and the captain. ( The bird too. ) "Who goes there?" Mikh'a called, grateful for the conjury Siha had taught him as he'd left his book on the ship with Montblanc for the sake of the role Erik had tasked him with.