starter call // @armigeraction
It’s a surprise when Ignis hears that familiar voice. It isn’t directed at him, and in fact it seems that Noctis has not even noticed Ignis there, just barely within earshot. It sounds as if the prince has his back turned to him, perhaps, and Ignis cannot help but smile at the sound of his oldest friend.
He approaches at a speed partway between a jog and a proper run, slow enough not to trip over anything or run into anyone, his cane moving back and forth in front of him to ensure he does not stumble across any obstacles on his way toward the prince, who he last saw under very dire circumstances indeed. There are no daemons here, however, or at least as far as he can tell. There is no impending doom, no grand hero’s quest. Ignis’ hands are, for the moment at least, clean of blood.
“Noct!” he calls out, half shocked and half awed. “You’re here? You’re--safe?”
