[ Felih's alone on the train today, his submissive mark proving that he's leaning on the end of being a "good" submissive, to the point where his dark-purple mark is almost solid black. He's absorbed in his tablet for most of the ride, but now and then he looks around at other passengers- and when he sees a familiar face, his eyes widen and his ears perk up. ]
Ysayle-?
[ He blurts her name out before considering that he should call for her more discreetly- but he had not expected his deceased companion to be boarding a train here, of all places!
Though Ysayle may not recognize him, he clearly recognizes her, eyes wide, tail puffing up behind him. The Miqo'te is a beautiful man, with gorgeous features and a brilliant, striking coloration, all of which are accented by his rather luxurious taste in silks. The dress robes he wears still designate him as a skilled mage- but the scarf he wears serves to try and hide as much of his mark as possible. Besides, it's cold out, and he'd rather not freeze.
He sits more upright in his seat, and then stands altogether to try and offer her a hand, to urge her into a private train cabin. ]
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Ysayle-?
[ He blurts her name out before considering that he should call for her more discreetly- but he had not expected his deceased companion to be boarding a train here, of all places!
Though Ysayle may not recognize him, he clearly recognizes her, eyes wide, tail puffing up behind him. The Miqo'te is a beautiful man, with gorgeous features and a brilliant, striking coloration, all of which are accented by his rather luxurious taste in silks. The dress robes he wears still designate him as a skilled mage- but the scarf he wears serves to try and hide as much of his mark as possible. Besides, it's cold out, and he'd rather not freeze.
He sits more upright in his seat, and then stands altogether to try and offer her a hand, to urge her into a private train cabin. ]
Er- my lady, this way, please...?