[The following day, shortly after the clock strikes noon, Seymour arrives at Kanaya's studio in Nonah with a small escort of curious citizens riding his coattails. Mostly, they are quiet youths interested in his unusual hair or his tattoos, but the middle-aged woman nearest Seymour's side asks many questions about his religion the Maester is either too polite to refuse to answer, or too amused by to remain silent. Indeed, if the slant of his smile is any indication, the entirety of his situation seems to entertain him.]
The teachings of Yevon are welcoming to all peoples, but I fear the ways of Spirans might be very strange or even inconvenient for those from a world...much more modernized than ours.
[The woman hums with disappointment, but before she can think to ask a follow up question, Seymour excuses himself. Behind the desk opposite the entrance sits a wide-eyed young woman whom he assumes must be the couturier he was scheduled to meet with. She is given Seymour's undivided attention and silkiest greeting.]
Kanaya Maryam, I presume? [His bow is without flaw, smile slick like oil before he rises again to his impressive height.] How good it is to meet you in person.
[Those that followed Seymour don't think to correct him, they only wait in silence and, attempting to look preoccupied with either finding a seat or flipping through a magazine, watch from the corners of their eyes so they might steal a glimpse of a Troll and a Guado in the same space. If nothing else, it will make for an interesting story to share with their friends on social media! In fact, it seems one or two of them already have their phones out anticipating a photo op.]
Apologies for the delay | FFW to the 9th
The teachings of Yevon are welcoming to all peoples, but I fear the ways of Spirans might be very strange or even inconvenient for those from a world...much more modernized than ours.
[The woman hums with disappointment, but before she can think to ask a follow up question, Seymour excuses himself. Behind the desk opposite the entrance sits a wide-eyed young woman whom he assumes must be the couturier he was scheduled to meet with. She is given Seymour's undivided attention and silkiest greeting.]
Kanaya Maryam, I presume? [His bow is without flaw, smile slick like oil before he rises again to his impressive height.] How good it is to meet you in person.
[Those that followed Seymour don't think to correct him, they only wait in silence and, attempting to look preoccupied with either finding a seat or flipping through a magazine, watch from the corners of their eyes so they might steal a glimpse of a Troll and a Guado in the same space. If nothing else, it will make for an interesting story to share with their friends on social media! In fact, it seems one or two of them already have their phones out anticipating a photo op.]