[ G'raha makes a note of how she refers to him and something inside him shifts. Perhaps he ought to be formal as well in public? He feels that they never truly will resolve this back and forth between them... and perhaps they are not meant to.
Instead of dwelling on it for now, he turns his attention to the friend that K'thisru has sat herself with. She is in deep dark robes, pale skin, and even paler purple eyes. Something of her strikes him as familiar in more ways than one. His instincts once more return to those that dwelled in the Crystal Tower thanks to the pact made by Emperor Xande. However it is not just that. Her familiarity speaks to having met this mysterious stranger at one point or another. Had they? He would think he would remember someone with such a striking appearance. ]
Do all of your--friends--stare? [ The woman turns her attention back to K'thisru. She sounds rather bored, as opposed to annoyed or perhaps even flustered. G'raha might have even used the term stoic at one point if he felt she had any sort of loyalty to one thing or another. ] Is that something friends do?
My apologies, I had not meant to be rude. [ G'raha clears his throat and twitches his ears. His attention moves back to K'thisru then and a rather serious look remains in his eyes. One that speaks more of the Exarch who lived a hundred years more than the young man who bounds into adventure at the drop of a hat. ] Might I borrow you for a few moments, Thisru? There is something I need to tell you in private.
[ With a nod of apologies once more to the mysterious woman, G'raha turns and walks more than a few yalms away. Once he is certain that others cannot over hear, he raises his hand and moves to gently tug K'thisru to stand beside him. He tilts his head so they might speak in hushed tones. ]
Tell me... have you had much contact with your sister? Any at all, in fact, since she and Ser Aymeric returned from their honeymoon? [ He wonders if the business K'thisru had been summoned to Thavnair for somehow involved the woman sitting at the table. ] Krile returned this morning having visited the pair. She insisted all was well. Happily so, in fact. Yet, she was very unwillingly to share any details and implored that I come and fetch you to travel to Ishgard myself for answers...
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[ G'raha makes a note of how she refers to him and something inside him shifts. Perhaps he ought to be formal as well in public? He feels that they never truly will resolve this back and forth between them... and perhaps they are not meant to.
Instead of dwelling on it for now, he turns his attention to the friend that K'thisru has sat herself with. She is in deep dark robes, pale skin, and even paler purple eyes. Something of her strikes him as familiar in more ways than one. His instincts once more return to those that dwelled in the Crystal Tower thanks to the pact made by Emperor Xande. However it is not just that. Her familiarity speaks to having met this mysterious stranger at one point or another. Had they? He would think he would remember someone with such a striking appearance. ]
Do all of your--friends--stare? [ The woman turns her attention back to K'thisru. She sounds rather bored, as opposed to annoyed or perhaps even flustered. G'raha might have even used the term stoic at one point if he felt she had any sort of loyalty to one thing or another. ] Is that something friends do?
My apologies, I had not meant to be rude. [ G'raha clears his throat and twitches his ears. His attention moves back to K'thisru then and a rather serious look remains in his eyes. One that speaks more of the Exarch who lived a hundred years more than the young man who bounds into adventure at the drop of a hat. ] Might I borrow you for a few moments, Thisru? There is something I need to tell you in private.
[ With a nod of apologies once more to the mysterious woman, G'raha turns and walks more than a few yalms away. Once he is certain that others cannot over hear, he raises his hand and moves to gently tug K'thisru to stand beside him. He tilts his head so they might speak in hushed tones. ]
Tell me... have you had much contact with your sister? Any at all, in fact, since she and Ser Aymeric returned from their honeymoon? [ He wonders if the business K'thisru had been summoned to Thavnair for somehow involved the woman sitting at the table. ] Krile returned this morning having visited the pair. She insisted all was well. Happily so, in fact. Yet, she was very unwillingly to share any details and implored that I come and fetch you to travel to Ishgard myself for answers...