[ In the evening's waning half-light, Aymeric walks alone (or so he thinks) on a man-made forest path. Directly at his side, keeping pace surprisingly well for its small stature is his daemon. A wind-up Haurchefantd. Another, fairer Elezen man who tip that he is pointedly not looking at beyond mere glances. It would be one thing if it was merely the toy constructed to commemorate his lost friend but this speaks to him and in Haurchefant's voice no less. The ache in his heart if his gaze lingers too long threatens to exasperate his sensibilities about this entirely strange situation he's found himself in.

Taking strolls through Ishgard's cobbled streets to clear his head was something that the Lord Commander didn't do overly often, but indulged in when he was able to. But this isn't Ishgard and that's why he's on a solitary walk this evening. Ishgard is - according to daemon - lost. As is Eorzea in its entirety. He had lost Lucia somehow in fleeing through a portal opened by Hydalen's grace. He's yet to find out if the Warrior of Light had made it away safely but suspects that if he knows his friend like he thinks he does, she found a way.

A golden exclamation point pops above the daemon's head at the same time that Aymeric hears a loud thump among the trees. Without hestiation, Haurchefantd tip-taps a few steps ahead and unsheathes his toothpick sword and miniature shield in one swift motion. The tiny Elezen holds out the arm with the shield to his side. It only goes about half-way across the length of Aymeric's legs but it's still very obviously a 'stop!' gesture. ] Take heed, sir, [ Haurchefantd says, glancing back at him with a reassuring smile. Aymeric ignores the stab of pinpoint accurate stab of pain in his heart at the protectiveness. The very same devotion to his friends that had gotten the man he's modeled after killed. ] We have company.

[ Aymeric eyes the Green-Backed Bison stomping into view through the trees. He notices almost immediately a calf and gives an understanding hum. ] A mother, [ he notes aloud. ] Twould probably be in our best interests to give her space. Doubtful she'll harm us if we leave her be.

[ He's surprisingly calm for a dude staring at a giant blooming bison. It isn't an Eorzean creature, but... It's close enough that it's almost a nice bit of familiarity. ]

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Preferred Alias: Aymeric
Marital Status: Married To His Job*
(*Exception: Has a huge friend crush on the Warrior of Light.)
Preferred Dating Activity: Long walks in the snow, drinking tea, and talks of the Warrior of Light's adventure
Other Enjoyable Activity: Birch syrup
Pet Peeves: Not being around the Warrior of Light, getting stabbed, and cantankerous cats

[ If you see Aymeric in this moment, uh. Good luck getting his attention.

He is walking at an impressively fast gait for someone wearing so much armor. Like. Really fast. So fast Haurchefantd is struggling to keep up, practically jumping after the other Elezen. Does he look mildly embarrassed? Nah, you're just imagining things. He's focused. On getting to one hundred yalms away from where this incorrect and ridiculous error occurred thank you very much- ]

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