Lance couldn’t help but laugh at the comment on the other knights. He might be a knight but he was often still different then most of them. It amused him rather then offend him that she would make such a comment. Yet he also understood as well.
His gaze went back towards Falcon’s Nest. A casual shrug in answer to her question at first as he turned back to look at her again. He hadn’t really explained that the work he was doing here was extra. To benefit a friend. So it had only been logical to think he was a knight in service out here regularly.
“They are technically not my superiors out here. My superior is in command of Skyfire Locks south of Dragonhead. This is by rights my day off but decided to put in some extra work helping out a friend from one of the other High Houses. I actually serve House Haillenarte not Durendaire.” He spoke as he adjusted his gauntlets. “Besides I have would rather be anywhere but Ishgard recently. So let us call this a distraction for me. Again only if you do not mind the company of a knight who does actually mean well.”
He laughed. This man had a sense of humor, something she couldn’t help but smile slightly about. A knight who was quite far away from his post, and yet he would take time to come out here instead. She knew it all too well, to be off-duty from work and yet continue to lend a hand to those who needed it, or rather doing such a thing of his own volition.
It was quite familiar. A hand rose to rest on her hip as she gave it some thought. She never needed an escort, she took careful consideration of her time out in the highlands. However, Lancefer didn’t seem like a bad person and it would be rude of her to turn him away when he offered his company. Funny that she would come to the conclusion that a potential friend could be made, maybe she found it interesting to find someone similar like herself.
“Well then, Ser Lancefer, let’s see if your training allowed you to keep up with a crazy ragged crow.”
She replied with a laugh as she swiftly descended the steps, but going at a certain pace as to not let him lose track of her. Ink simply narrowed his eye before taking off to the skies to track the pair from above.
“Oh so it is like that is it?” Lance chuckled as he watched Svan swiftly descend. He was almost glad that he was rarely lax in training. If she thought he might not be able to keep up he was ready to prove her wrong.
Lance followed suit down the steps, catching up with Svan. He matched his pace to hers with a grin that was almost taunting. As if to ask was this the best she could do. He figured if she tried she could probably out pace him in his usual armor. But it seemed she was being considerate. That was something that amused him.
“I seem to be keeping up just fine so far. I’m not one to sit around Skyfire on my backside all day. I have every intention of helping restore the Haillenarte name. Which means training daily.” He commented as he kept pace. His eyes were bright with the enjoyment this day was proving to be. He had expected another cold day of dull work. Instead he found a potential friend. Potential being the keyword as he still took a bit of time to trust anyone at that level after past incidents. “I still think you are not crazy though.”
Spirit of the Warlock 