[Haurchefant really is godssent. He's as eloquent as Cehd'ra remembers, especially compared to his own, often modest words. But no matter how he says it it's always exactly what Cehd'ra needs to hear.
The tears he'd tried to cut off dry on their own, the miqo'te able to smile bright up at the dear man. It eases his sorrows a great deal, the idea of having a second chance, even knowing this will still be temporary. Hydaelyn needs her Warrior of Light and Cehd'ra does not intend to be kept here for an entire year...but whether it ends up being that long or far less, any chance to be with Haurchefant again is a welcome one.
Haurchefant's hand is taken, the miqo'te's grasp strong in spite of his smaller size, palms calloused and knuckles faintly scarred in telling places from countless battles.]
If it's to be introductions: Cehd'ra Rowe, honored to meet you, Lord Haurchefant.
[Bright enough for a little bit of cheek, too. There's really no need for formalities between them but Cehd'ra can't resist including the knight's title.]
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The tears he'd tried to cut off dry on their own, the miqo'te able to smile bright up at the dear man. It eases his sorrows a great deal, the idea of having a second chance, even knowing this will still be temporary. Hydaelyn needs her Warrior of Light and Cehd'ra does not intend to be kept here for an entire year...but whether it ends up being that long or far less, any chance to be with Haurchefant again is a welcome one.
Haurchefant's hand is taken, the miqo'te's grasp strong in spite of his smaller size, palms calloused and knuckles faintly scarred in telling places from countless battles.]
If it's to be introductions: Cehd'ra Rowe, honored to meet you, Lord Haurchefant.
[Bright enough for a little bit of cheek, too. There's really no need for formalities between them but Cehd'ra can't resist including the knight's title.]