[ His smile makes her own grow. One might even say she's absolutely beaming. While Aymeric has never hidden how he feels, it is certainly muted and behind the veil of what his duty calls for. Relatable and something she wishes she would not have to do as well. ]
It was a safe journey; safer than dealing with the House of Lords. [ Yes, she is teasing in all good faith. Her smile remains on her face as well as the playful glint in her eyes. It might do the Lord Commander some good to smile and laugh easy. ] If you don't mind the notion that this could be seen as work... and you've just left the Congregation...
[ Regardless of what she says, Alkaid has already started taking the few steps needed to move to the Forgotten Knight. Her hand raises to tug on drapes of his armor in a way to beckon he follow her. Grabbing for his hand would seem far too familiar and, well, the Isghardians do love their formalities. She would not ruin the honor he has built with those who believe in the ideals of peace with the dragons.
She presumes he'll follow her along and practically skips a few wooden steps at time within the familiar inn. Her hand lifts slightly in a wave at the familiar innkeep who nods, but seems to be only somewhat surprised to see the Lord Commander. Alkaid pays the looks no mind as she finds a table towards the back and takes a seat. Once he joins her, she reaches up and pulls her hood down. A shake of her head to free the patted down short black hair and a twitch of her ears at the fact they're no longer restricted. ]
Moogles... [ Alkaid stretches and leans back in her chair to relax some. ] The Moogles of the Churning Mists have a long standing agreement with Hraesvelgr to protect the lands. Which, given the size of them--[ her hands raise to gesture to the dimensions of the average moogle, ]--is quite a feat in itself. They've recently reached out to artisans of Isghard in order to restore the Bahrr Lehs. It's an ancient ruins of a place where Elezen lived when there was harmony between them and dragons. The Mogmenders wish to restore the plaza to its former glory to bring your peoples together.
[ At that, she smiles in a shy yet proud manner. ] They've done good work so far.
rolls around till we hit our stride!
It was a safe journey; safer than dealing with the House of Lords. [ Yes, she is teasing in all good faith. Her smile remains on her face as well as the playful glint in her eyes. It might do the Lord Commander some good to smile and laugh easy. ] If you don't mind the notion that this could be seen as work... and you've just left the Congregation...
[ Regardless of what she says, Alkaid has already started taking the few steps needed to move to the Forgotten Knight. Her hand raises to tug on drapes of his armor in a way to beckon he follow her. Grabbing for his hand would seem far too familiar and, well, the Isghardians do love their formalities. She would not ruin the honor he has built with those who believe in the ideals of peace with the dragons.
She presumes he'll follow her along and practically skips a few wooden steps at time within the familiar inn. Her hand lifts slightly in a wave at the familiar innkeep who nods, but seems to be only somewhat surprised to see the Lord Commander. Alkaid pays the looks no mind as she finds a table towards the back and takes a seat. Once he joins her, she reaches up and pulls her hood down. A shake of her head to free the patted down short black hair and a twitch of her ears at the fact they're no longer restricted. ]
Moogles... [ Alkaid stretches and leans back in her chair to relax some. ] The Moogles of the Churning Mists have a long standing agreement with Hraesvelgr to protect the lands. Which, given the size of them--[ her hands raise to gesture to the dimensions of the average moogle, ]--is quite a feat in itself. They've recently reached out to artisans of Isghard in order to restore the Bahrr Lehs. It's an ancient ruins of a place where Elezen lived when there was harmony between them and dragons. The Mogmenders wish to restore the plaza to its former glory to bring your peoples together.
[ At that, she smiles in a shy yet proud manner. ] They've done good work so far.