[If anything, Haurchefant has come to learn to expect the unexpected here. There are rather a lot of creatures that have appeared rather suddenly, some familiar, some not. Furthermore, he is aware of the influx of people who appear every so often, but most of which have been hyurs... not miqo'te.
So color him surprised when he sees one such riding the back of a coeurl as if her intent were to make it into a suitable mount! However, what with being a bit of a trainer of chocobos, he knows well where the flaw in her breaking in lies; but most paramount is the fact that these coeurls are likely not ones that are tamable.
Especially when assaulted by magic to its face.]
—My lady!
[Quickly as ever, he has made his way over, but staying far enough away so that he might not be so haphazardly mauled by the distressed feline.]
Pray dismount the beast so that it may yet be laid low!
[He has his hand on his sword's hilt, cracked shield already on his arm. She may also see the distinct hole in his chainmail that has yet to be mended. Unfortunately for both of them, Haurchefant seems to not recall her with any familiarity—the cost of dying, or perhaps being brought into another world entirely.
To him, she is but a miqo'te he has never met before, and naught much more.]
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So color him surprised when he sees one such riding the back of a coeurl as if her intent were to make it into a suitable mount! However, what with being a bit of a trainer of chocobos, he knows well where the flaw in her breaking in lies; but most paramount is the fact that these coeurls are likely not ones that are tamable.
Especially when assaulted by magic to its face.]
—My lady!
[Quickly as ever, he has made his way over, but staying far enough away so that he might not be so haphazardly mauled by the distressed feline.]
Pray dismount the beast so that it may yet be laid low!
[He has his hand on his sword's hilt, cracked shield already on his arm. She may also see the distinct hole in his chainmail that has yet to be mended. Unfortunately for both of them, Haurchefant seems to not recall her with any familiarity—the cost of dying, or perhaps being brought into another world entirely.
To him, she is but a miqo'te he has never met before, and naught much more.]