A simple enough request. I will see you soon, my good sir.
[ By the time Y'tajha arrives, dressed in a casual sweater against the cold chill of Dragonspine, it's with the ingredients needed for a proper alpine breakfast— strange fare perhaps for the time of day, but any semblance of a properly-timed meal went out the window at the mere thought of Daniffen's Joy-spiked hot chocolate. And besides, who doesn't love the idea of breakfast for lunch— or dinner— or any time, really?
As always, she knows where to find Haurchefant without asking, seeing herself to the intercessory after delivering the ingredients to the on-duty chef. She announces herself with a knock and a call of greeting— although admittedly she wonders if by now he recognizes the rhythm and weight of her knuckles on the wood as she would his— before pushing open the door and slipping inside.
And she smiles at him, cheeks rosy from the cold air, expression bright and warm. ]
In my haste, [ she admits, ] I did not keep track of time as accurately as perhaps I should have, in the name of my experimentation. But I dare say that the result is clear nonetheless: traveling on chocoboback from the Shroud makes for a faster journey than I had expected, but a slower journey than I would have liked.
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A simple enough request. I will see you soon, my good sir.
[ By the time Y'tajha arrives, dressed in a casual sweater against the cold chill of Dragonspine, it's with the ingredients needed for a proper alpine breakfast— strange fare perhaps for the time of day, but any semblance of a properly-timed meal went out the window at the mere thought of Daniffen's Joy-spiked hot chocolate. And besides, who doesn't love the idea of breakfast for lunch— or dinner— or any time, really?
As always, she knows where to find Haurchefant without asking, seeing herself to the intercessory after delivering the ingredients to the on-duty chef. She announces herself with a knock and a call of greeting— although admittedly she wonders if by now he recognizes the rhythm and weight of her knuckles on the wood as she would his— before pushing open the door and slipping inside.
And she smiles at him, cheeks rosy from the cold air, expression bright and warm. ]
In my haste, [ she admits, ] I did not keep track of time as accurately as perhaps I should have, in the name of my experimentation. But I dare say that the result is clear nonetheless: traveling on chocoboback from the Shroud makes for a faster journey than I had expected, but a slower journey than I would have liked.