May 27, 2021
@ofdragoon liked for a smol
It was frigid upon the tallest of Ishgard’s spires even without the wind gusting as it did amongst the peaks though thankfully the air was still of that morning. The Seeker shivered against the cold but maintained his lonely perch far above those too busy to notice him anyway
It could really only be one person who alighted nearby after a leap of their own and the Miqo’te didn’t look towards Estinien immediately. “Mine apologies if I have stolen your spot,” he murmured.