Emmanellain [stuck fantasia'd]

((tfw you wanna work on replies but every time you go to do any writing you just draw a blank instead orz))

#GOOBSDAY

Father, I am currently in Radz-at-Han with my fiancée and son. How could I have helped her

Must be the Nefarious Goober.

"So long as he doesn't mind us waiting and watching..."

"You've worked with plenty of people before that haven't been members of the Sisters..." Emmanellain's lips purse slightly as he tries not to pout.

"A couple of hours?" So they'll be sitting around an alchemist's workshop for hours while the fantasia brews? It hardly sounds pleasant, but... +

Father.

What? How dreadful! Mother is quite a little sneak isn't she?

One of the Sisters?

"Why didn't you mention that fact before?" He knew the mysterious alchemist had helped him before, but not that he was part of the guild at some point. His nerves do ease very slightly, though he can't shake his worries entirely yet.

"How long will it take for it to be ready?"

What ever is such a face for, father dearest?~

"How long have you known him for again?" He asks, trying to mask the unease in his voice. He doesn't want to doubt his fiancée, but his nerves are beginning to get to him.

I don't know how much spice my dear brother's wife has tried to expose him to yet though~

You should visit Limsa more! Sicard and I would be happy to have you over, and Honoroit would be delighted to see you again.

It will be what most consider a mild spice, I promise.

Between the three of us, we'll be able to figure out a perfect level of spice for him.

Or maybe Artoirel will be the taste tester first...

Mother, I love you dearly, but while in Garlemald, I overheard a Twin Adders soldier remark the soup was 'too flavorful.'

Apparently so! His palate is more bland than a Gridanians!

I'm getting Asir and Aria and the three of us will make him an /actual/ spicy meal.

The same man who treasures the salt rock almost as much as his own kids thought it was /spicy?!/

I can't believe you think you have to ask!

"You claim to have trusted friends that work here, yet you don't even know what they call where they work?" His brows furrow, beginning to have doubts about if Sicard truly knows and can vouch for the alchemists...

Considering what we're here for, I'll certainly be quite pleased soon!

Perhaps I'll pick up some ingredients here to cook a traditional dish from here for you all.

He nods, finally looking at Sicard with a little smile, his tail wiggling.

"Oh, she has. Estinien and Thancred have met him as well." Most of the Scions had, if he recalls his sister's and Tataru's tales correctly.

"So, where exactly do we meet these friends of yours?"

Hello, mother! Would you like for Sicard and I to bring anything back for you from Radz-at-Han?

vibrant surrounds. Though he's been lucky enough to travel himself, each new destination seems to be equally as breathtaking and awe inspiring as the last.

"It's so much brighter here," he mumbles absentmindedly. "It's beautiful... To think one of Hraesvelgr's siblings is in charge of this..."

He sticks close to Sicard's side, not only to ensure he doesn't stumble whilst navigating the unfamiliar roads on paws he still has yet to adjust to (having only recently been allowed to walk on them again), but so he cannot be separated as he finds it difficult to tear his gaze away from the +

Is it an interesting argument at least?

((Fuck it why not))

Great, I'm leaving for the airship landing in fifteen~

"Well it certainly isn't someone taller than us, though most everyone is taller than you," he teases.

"He's a fun guy, what can I say?~"

"By the Fury, he's so tall; just imagine the height difference! No one can say he isn't passionate, at least, and that could translate to more than just his work. And he does have an almost roguish charm to him..."