[It's like home, but backwards. Way too backwards, and WAY too much snow.
The looks aren't anything new to Lutha, and he still meets most of them with just as much cold spite. They aren't pleased with him? What else is new. Outside rotten glances, the redhead is content enough to keep his space, posture haughty but pace slow, keeping his eyes on the road and only sparing begrudgingly curious glances at the architecture.
Running into Estinien ends up being more an accident than anything else, though at least he still manages to recognize the Elezen's armor of choice. Whether said Elezen wants anything to do with him is another matter entirely, but he'll still stubbornly wait to get his attention and practically glare a hole through the soldier's head while he's waiting.]
Ishgard plz
The looks aren't anything new to Lutha, and he still meets most of them with just as much cold spite. They aren't pleased with him? What else is new. Outside rotten glances, the redhead is content enough to keep his space, posture haughty but pace slow, keeping his eyes on the road and only sparing begrudgingly curious glances at the architecture.
Running into Estinien ends up being more an accident than anything else, though at least he still manages to recognize the Elezen's armor of choice. Whether said Elezen wants anything to do with him is another matter entirely, but he'll still stubbornly wait to get his attention and practically glare a hole through the soldier's head while he's waiting.]