[ X’rhun is very much in the same boat— or station, rather— as this “Iceheart”. He has no idea where he is or how to effectively get to where he wants to go. Being well-traveled means little in the face of a place so alien.
He arrives not too long before she does, and his time is spent finding a decent vantage point from which to keep an eye on the entrance. He marks her almost instantly when she walks in, the blue garb notwithstanding, Elezen are… distinctive in the way they move, all long limbs and slow grace. X’rhun never kept company with many Elezen personally, but just the sight of something he recognizes is a balm.
When her eyes drift in his direction, he waves a gloved hand at her, beckoning to come join him at a nearby table. ]
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He arrives not too long before she does, and his time is spent finding a decent vantage point from which to keep an eye on the entrance. He marks her almost instantly when she walks in, the blue garb notwithstanding, Elezen are… distinctive in the way they move, all long limbs and slow grace. X’rhun never kept company with many Elezen personally, but just the sight of something he recognizes is a balm.
When her eyes drift in his direction, he waves a gloved hand at her, beckoning to come join him at a nearby table. ]