Kayle's laughter was contagiously loud as he panted and swept his soaked bangs from his face. Â "Well met! Â I told you I'd likely disappoint you." Â He sheathed his weapon and took Desmond's forearm to his. Â
"You're not hurt are you? Â I'm a bit new at this, I fear. Â Likely to walk all day and save nothing for the trek 'ome, if you catch my meaning. Â Azeyma watch over me if I 'er end up on the wrong side o' your temper, Desmond." Â He put a hand to his rib and gave Desmond a grimaced smile. "Not to worry, I wasn't planning on using that lung anytime soon anyway."
It hurt to laugh, but he was comforted to feel a sense of belonging here among the desert winds and fading light. Â It'd been only a few weeks since Kayle had settled in Ul'Dah, and this was the first time since that he'd been this far outisde the city walls. He was so caught in the moment that he barely heard the commotion behind them.
They were both startled and instinctively put hands to their hilts again.  It became quickly apparent that the crumpled form of the Miqo'te was not a threat, and after sharing a glace with Desmond  he ran over to offer assistance to the grounded woman.  "Hail, there.  Another recruit of the Flames?" he asked as he offered her a welcoming hand...
"You're not hurt are you? Â I'm a bit new at this, I fear. Â Likely to walk all day and save nothing for the trek 'ome, if you catch my meaning. Â Azeyma watch over me if I 'er end up on the wrong side o' your temper, Desmond." Â He put a hand to his rib and gave Desmond a grimaced smile. "Not to worry, I wasn't planning on using that lung anytime soon anyway."
It hurt to laugh, but he was comforted to feel a sense of belonging here among the desert winds and fading light. Â It'd been only a few weeks since Kayle had settled in Ul'Dah, and this was the first time since that he'd been this far outisde the city walls. He was so caught in the moment that he barely heard the commotion behind them.
They were both startled and instinctively put hands to their hilts again.  It became quickly apparent that the crumpled form of the Miqo'te was not a threat, and after sharing a glace with Desmond  he ran over to offer assistance to the grounded woman.  "Hail, there.  Another recruit of the Flames?" he asked as he offered her a welcoming hand...
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