Four bells pass swiftly, and when the day's official duties are done, Zephirin quits the Vault to keep his word. Punctual, he stands waiting beside one of the knightly statues overlooking the walkway connecting the Hoplon and the Last Vigil. He, of course, had the shorter distance to cross to arrive at the meeting place agreed upon.
The Temple Knights at their posts do not turn their heads to watch him, but Zephirin knows their boredom — they will eavesdrop while they can, undoubtedly curious. By all appearances, the archimandrite of the Heavens' Ward is engaged in highly unusual idleness, standing about to enjoy the crisp night air.
Felih is not long behind him, soon trotting up to the other man in more relaxed attire. Lovely dress robes, built warm for the Ishgardian cold, now adorn his body, heavy but with a weight that seems to match much of the Ishgardian fashion within the city, trimmed and lined with soft, warm furs. Robes are the attire of choice for mages, after all, and if nothing else, Felih is proud of his skill. He has the large hood up to protect his ears, the thin folds of skin not prepared for such biting cold, but proper attire has done wonders.
"Ah- there you are. Glad am I that the weather did not take another turn towards snow, at least for now," he laughs, perking up. He adjusts his hood with gloves that cover his claws, and even his fluffy tail is tucking close to the fabric. He considered putting it in a warm sweater-sleeve to keep warm, but it looks so undignified... so he chose against it.
"I hope I've not kept you waiting long, ser knight."
As he did earlier, Zephirin acknowledges Felih's arrival with a dip of his head, stirring just enough that he no longer makes another watchful statue. "Not at all." Once again, he smiles only slightly, politely reserved. His eyes flick toward the darkened heavens above ere his gaze returns to Felih. "I do not fault you for taking your precautions — our fair skies are oft fleetingly so."
Zephirin himself remains clad in his pristine armour, having chosen punctuality over comfort, but then, this evening's walk is an extension of his duties, no genuinely idle stroll through the city.
Once Felih falls into step with him, Zephirin selects a route that leads them away from the heart of the Pillars, and avoids nearing the Tribunal. "You had questions to ask me?" he prompts as they walk, glancing back down at the Warrior of Light.
Felih is ever-curious, his ears perking forward even under his hood as he regards the other man. He's still in that armor- though he can't help but wonder why.
"Is it customary for Heavens' Ward Knights to wear their armor about even after the usual hours of duty?" he asks, looking over the armor. "Or is the position such that you must remain ever-vigilant? If so, you lot have my sympathies. Such heavy armor is not meant to be worn so long," he says with a sigh, a hand coming up to his own cheek as he tilts his head thoughtfully into his palm.
"I surely hope that it's not that case. You all must be sporting horrifically sore bodies," he hums, before stretching a little. "But at the least, we are both prepared for sudden snow. Onwards then- I've plenty to ask, mostly about the Pillars, mostly."
And then, the curious glimmer is back in his eyes as they walk, looking around at all the seemingly endless buildings, towers and spires and buttresses and bridges- Ishgard is a veritable masterpiece of architecture. "I can't help but notice that most of the city's nobility resides here, though I'm still learning of all the names and houses of note. And not only that, but it seems Ishgard's storied history is told more through the Pillars' vast architecture and monuments... I had hoped to ask you about more of such things. If I am to reside here for a time, I should learn such things."
He laughs. "The last thing I'd want to do is commit some manner of social faux pas for not knowing who's who and what's what."
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The Temple Knights at their posts do not turn their heads to watch him, but Zephirin knows their boredom — they will eavesdrop while they can, undoubtedly curious. By all appearances, the archimandrite of the Heavens' Ward is engaged in highly unusual idleness, standing about to enjoy the crisp night air.
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"Ah- there you are. Glad am I that the weather did not take another turn towards snow, at least for now," he laughs, perking up. He adjusts his hood with gloves that cover his claws, and even his fluffy tail is tucking close to the fabric. He considered putting it in a warm sweater-sleeve to keep warm, but it looks so undignified... so he chose against it.
"I hope I've not kept you waiting long, ser knight."
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Zephirin himself remains clad in his pristine armour, having chosen punctuality over comfort, but then, this evening's walk is an extension of his duties, no genuinely idle stroll through the city.
Once Felih falls into step with him, Zephirin selects a route that leads them away from the heart of the Pillars, and avoids nearing the Tribunal. "You had questions to ask me?" he prompts as they walk, glancing back down at the Warrior of Light.
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"Is it customary for Heavens' Ward Knights to wear their armor about even after the usual hours of duty?" he asks, looking over the armor. "Or is the position such that you must remain ever-vigilant? If so, you lot have my sympathies. Such heavy armor is not meant to be worn so long," he says with a sigh, a hand coming up to his own cheek as he tilts his head thoughtfully into his palm.
"I surely hope that it's not that case. You all must be sporting horrifically sore bodies," he hums, before stretching a little. "But at the least, we are both prepared for sudden snow. Onwards then- I've plenty to ask, mostly about the Pillars, mostly."
And then, the curious glimmer is back in his eyes as they walk, looking around at all the seemingly endless buildings, towers and spires and buttresses and bridges- Ishgard is a veritable masterpiece of architecture. "I can't help but notice that most of the city's nobility resides here, though I'm still learning of all the names and houses of note. And not only that, but it seems Ishgard's storied history is told more through the Pillars' vast architecture and monuments... I had hoped to ask you about more of such things. If I am to reside here for a time, I should learn such things."
He laughs. "The last thing I'd want to do is commit some manner of social faux pas for not knowing who's who and what's what."