Long velvety ears twitched, whsipers of the minimal Mist around them flooding over her senses. While this Hume had not that scent of the nethicite like the sparse collection of Humes she had met in recent days, something was still off about him. Nearly fundamentally wrong with him, like how Mydia had seemed once her armour had been removed. The Viera was very wary, untrusting. Had she heard those internal musings in the Hume’s mind, she would have attacked him on spot.
Thankfully, for them both, she did not.
Rouge eyes flickered with emotion untold before becoming cold gems once more. The depth of her Ruby gaze nearly boundless, endlessly critical. For a moment she was silent, but she did reply, her odd lilt of accent somehow elegant when prcured with her name. “Fran. This place you speak of, Zanarkand, what is it?” Perhaps a new city in the sky? A new threat to the World she was so generously bound to?
“A city long perished, mind you. Yet in her height, I was her leader and master.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Those are days perhaps best forgotten, of little interest to fickle time and her beloved present. But you, my dear lady Fran, are much more enticing to puzzle. Never have I seen the likes of you, if I may be so humble to admit it.”
Her form was, indeed, the source of some curiosity- but far more interesting was the way that pyreflies stirred about her so serenely. He wondered if perhaps she was a summoner like he, or at the least a mage, that her form seemed so at home among the more mystic phenomena humming about her. For Yevon, in fact, hers was an alluring presence, as he so often had to settle for the cacophony of pyreflies rattling against each other among humans so unaware of their existence.