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Who: Yenh and anyone else!
What: An adventurer has arrived, with a lot of questions and a lot of free time.
When: Late May
Where: Everywhere, basically.
Warnings: None yet, will update as/if needed!

[Freshly dumped into the village with nothing else but the clothes on her back and a fancy magical book, Yenh decides that all she can do is gather information. After all, the Mistress' books were... enlightening... but not especially helpful for getting the full sense of the situation.]

[It's also a welcome distraction from the feeling of being stripped of power and purpose, which, well, she doesn't want to get into at all.]

[Stuffing the book and white feather quill down the front of her tunic, she begins exploring the land in earnest. Going into the wilderness before she is properly acclimated seems like a terrible idea, so it's time to talk to the locals—and she does get her questions answered, as well as several invitations into their homes, or at least to behind their woodsheds or whatever. She passes them up, but kindly. Much too busy right now.]

[It is in this spirit of anticipating both answers and sexual advances that this short cat-lady with a book crammed into her shirt might approach a certain someone—namely, maybe, you. Her lionish tail twitches idly as she approaches and stands at a very appropriate distance, though maybe a little closer if she has to tap you on the arm to get your attention.]

Hail, stranger! I'm new to these lands. May I ask your opinion on this realm?

Comments

[dravanicide]

[Estinien gives a grunt of agreement towards Aymeric's comment on Yenh's strength. With her physique, she would not be wielding a lance any time soon. Or, at least, it would sooner be the lance wielding her than anything at all.

Not caring to make conversation as Aymeric tries desperately to clothe himself, he shakes his head at the futile effort.]

Mayhap we should return to our quarters for a change, then. I, too, grow tired of this ridiculous attire.

[He has no issues putting on his full armor, he's far more comfortable in it anyway, and he trusts not what any tailor might make them. Besides, he could put it on and take it off in his sleep by now, so it'd be no trouble at all for him.]

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[Yenh frowns at their assessment of her musculature. She didn't want to agree with them, if only out of a strange bout of petulance, but it was true. She could run fairly well, but...]

[She crosses her arms as she watches the two discuss their attire issues, and keeps her comment of You two may continue to wear as little as pleases entirely to herself.]

[Now that she no longer feels existential dread, it has become harder and harder not to glance slightly downward now and then.]

[heiresy]

[If he catches her glancing at their poorly concealed packages, he doesn't make a fuss. Firstly, who wouldn't want to check out an Elezen in his prime? Not to mention that perhaps she was just as scandalized as they were? Thirdly, he was willing to give the Warrior of Light quite a bit of slack.]

Very well. The other guards will not allow you past the public area into our quarters, so you may as well wait at the inn. We should be along anon. Order a drink, we shall pay your tab.

ten goddamn years later

[dravanicide]

[Aymeric is not alone in ignoring any lewd-filled gazes, he's more than used to the eyes of others traveling to places he cares little and less for, but the fact she is the Warrior of Light gives her a pass anyways.

If she did more than look, however, there might be a problem.]

Shall we?

[It's a question, but more like a statement than anything. Before Aymeric can even answer, Estinien is taking hold of him firmly. Offering Yenh a casual glance, he speaks once more before departure:]

We'll return anon. Till then, Warrior of Light.

[And with that, he leaves just as he had entered—dragoon jumping into the sky, with Aymeric in tow. Efficient though it may be, it never quite stops looking stupid. Even if Estinien doesn't think so.]