Felih, master weaver, was not without materials and speed. With both arcanima at his fingertips and years of skill in hand, he was at least able to sew a few nightgowns, sets of house clothes, and undergarments from the various rolls of different cloth he'd woven over the years. With all the garments now folded nearly on one of the tables, he was just finishing up polishing the nest.
His ears perk up when the kittens finally arrive, and he smiles at them, a small purr kicking up in his chest as he starts to chitter, click, and chirp in the Miqo'te tongue. He takes Khet in his arms when the kit approaches, smiling at the little toddler that hardly is getting his words together, his steps.
Though Khet is young, the Miqo'te tongue comes much more easily than Eorzean common, and the kitten chirps and mews and chitters back at him, much more meek and shy now that he's actually up close and being held. Khet purrs nonetheless, a tiny sound, and he rests his head on Felih's shoulder.
But Lahni begins to cry not long after, and Felih's ears droop as he holds out his other arm.
"Oh, kitten," he murmurs. "Here, darling. You're going to be alright, I promise."
Lahni is stubborn and stays put as she wails, the little girl so very young, so small, hardly five summers, but after a few more chirps and clicks from Felih, she hiccups and sobs as she rubs at her eyes and slowly pads over to him, letting her face thump into his chest as she cried.
Felih hugs the two kittens close, and Khet seems baffled by his sister crying, but nonetheless distressed- and so, he starts to well up and sniffle, but Felih gently nuzzles and hushes him with little murmurs and trills, more cuddling.
Felih is a Seeker. A Miqo'te. The scent is clear and his tongue is understandable. His fluffy tail has coiled around them, and is keeping them warm and safe, like their mama's used to.
"I'm Felih of the Vulture," he murmurs gently. "What are your names?"
"He's Khet, a-and, I'm Lahni," Lahni manages to hiccup. "O-Of the, the Drake."
"U'khet, and U'lahni, then. You're safe here, darlings. We'll get you home soon, I promise," he murmurs. "I've prepared you clean clothes, and a nest, and I'll make sure you're never hungry. You'll always have a hot bath ready, and you won't have to hide from scary strangers or beasts any longer. Alright?"
The kits nod and cuddle, Lahni still hiccuping and whimpering, and Felih gently nuzzles them each behind an ear, before looking to Ignis.
"Darling, come here," he calls softly, before looking to the kittens once more. "I see Ignis brought you. He's my mate- and he's very nice, I promise. He's a very good cook, and he's very strong. He'll protect you, too, so don't be scared."
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His ears perk up when the kittens finally arrive, and he smiles at them, a small purr kicking up in his chest as he starts to chitter, click, and chirp in the Miqo'te tongue. He takes Khet in his arms when the kit approaches, smiling at the little toddler that hardly is getting his words together, his steps.
Though Khet is young, the Miqo'te tongue comes much more easily than Eorzean common, and the kitten chirps and mews and chitters back at him, much more meek and shy now that he's actually up close and being held. Khet purrs nonetheless, a tiny sound, and he rests his head on Felih's shoulder.
But Lahni begins to cry not long after, and Felih's ears droop as he holds out his other arm.
"Oh, kitten," he murmurs. "Here, darling. You're going to be alright, I promise."
Lahni is stubborn and stays put as she wails, the little girl so very young, so small, hardly five summers, but after a few more chirps and clicks from Felih, she hiccups and sobs as she rubs at her eyes and slowly pads over to him, letting her face thump into his chest as she cried.
Felih hugs the two kittens close, and Khet seems baffled by his sister crying, but nonetheless distressed- and so, he starts to well up and sniffle, but Felih gently nuzzles and hushes him with little murmurs and trills, more cuddling.
Felih is a Seeker. A Miqo'te. The scent is clear and his tongue is understandable. His fluffy tail has coiled around them, and is keeping them warm and safe, like their mama's used to.
"I'm Felih of the Vulture," he murmurs gently. "What are your names?"
"He's Khet, a-and, I'm Lahni," Lahni manages to hiccup. "O-Of the, the Drake."
"U'khet, and U'lahni, then. You're safe here, darlings. We'll get you home soon, I promise," he murmurs. "I've prepared you clean clothes, and a nest, and I'll make sure you're never hungry. You'll always have a hot bath ready, and you won't have to hide from scary strangers or beasts any longer. Alright?"
The kits nod and cuddle, Lahni still hiccuping and whimpering, and Felih gently nuzzles them each behind an ear, before looking to Ignis.
"Darling, come here," he calls softly, before looking to the kittens once more. "I see Ignis brought you. He's my mate- and he's very nice, I promise. He's a very good cook, and he's very strong. He'll protect you, too, so don't be scared."