Commander Sanson Smyth

GRUMBLE.

3 portraits of Thancred in office attire. Left: Walking down the street rubbing his neck, exhausted and miffed thinking about getting a drink or a smoke but is reminded about Ryne and Urianger scolding him. Top Right: Looking at his watch, his phone sandwich between his face and shoulder. Bottom Right: A piece of toast in this mouth, shirt barely tucked, and hands full with mail and a package while he tries to open a door.

I offer to you this overworked Office Thancred in these trying times...may he nourish your soul 😌👐🧑‍💼
#ffxivart #thancredwaters

[Gridania is hosting a small fundraising festival to pay for expansions to the local community buildings - namely the market place and the carpenter's guild]

[There's games, baked treats, artisan goods... And a very unamused Sanson sitting behind a stall labeled 'Kissing Booth']

So are squirrels but I still know better than to trust or even like them.

Look.

I can be dense.

But the asking about my squatting routine question can only go over my head so many times.

I know what it means now. So you shouldn't find it amusing anymore.

No, you *can't* touch the tail.

"C-can you KNOCK-?!"

Focus on your mission, Honda.

That was a very lovely party, excusing the part where Urianger attempted to take a photograph of my arse.

Thank you lady Ameliance.

>> beast.

His dragon form was considerably smaller than many of the threats here, but he could easily establish that he was not to be messed with in other ways.

He just wished he didn't have to make so much godsdamned *noise* about it.

Taking off was one thing - he gets himself back off of the ground fast enough. But there's other things with wings here, and he doesn't like the idea of being chased.

Cornered, Sanson takes a deep breath and *roars*, aether fire spewing from his mouth and directly into the face of the approaching>

>> vantage point.

The attack disrupts his flight.

He falters and hits the ground, rolling for several feet. His blood stains the ground where his new injury dragged.

Fuck fuck fuck...

This is worse than he ever could have imagined.

He looks around, hoping to see somewhere tall he might fly to for a better >>

>> down even further, hoping to pierce what he assumed was an illusion.

The sinking pit of dread in his stomach was getting ever deeper.

He did NOT want to do this...

Sanson flies back up once again, heading for the coastline...if there's immediate danger, he can dive underwater, is his hope.

He approaches from the ocean this time, bracing himself before swooping >>

A grumbled swear in dragonic.

Sanson is not much of a technology enthusiast but he recognizes Allagan bullshit when he glimpses it. He circles back, trying to find the edge of this iridescence.

>> or weapons, signs of destruction...those are what he looks out for the most.

His eyes narrow as he sees the southern coastline coming into view.

He wishes he'd had more time to study a map of this continent.

Bracing himself, he alters his course to sweep down lower. Any sort of military operations - gatherings of soldiers, or of chimeras or similar Allagan monstrosities>>

I assure you...

[his voice is icy]

My temper is under control.

You would *know* if it was not.

[his claws twitch, and he keeps his gaze fixated on Izumi, though he's careful to not stare them in the eyes so they don't mistake his ire as being directed at them]

I'll escort you to the borders of the Shroud.

I meant more immediately.

[he snarls] Yah nell.

[finally he sets Izumi on their feet, fuming]

Where are you headed.

That is *distinctly* untrue on both accounts.

You're *still* using the flute I gifted you and I asked Izumi if they desired my intervention before I 'ruined' things.

Sparkle Sparkle.

Shut UP!!

[Sanson's voice is nearly a roar, teeth snapping together - his tail is whipping around]

At least I've TRIED. I've TRIED to get to know you! I've TRIED to be kind!

All you've ever tried to do is kill me!

[his jaw tightens]

I pity your poor upbringing.

[To Izumi]

Can you walk.

Ugh!! I am more than an Adder!

[His tail spikes up a bit but he turns around and dragoon jumps into the tree, carefully lifting Izumi from the branches before jumping back down]

I've half a mind to drag you to your mother and tell her you tried to carry someone off without their consent.