khuioduan | 01 ~ video

[The video shows Naesala casually lounging against the side of a stone building, in his usual dark outfit. It's a wide enough shot to show his wings resting against the wall behind him; he seems to be holding his yimo out at arm's length while he's recording.]

Well then. It's a festival dedicated to tying knots. Makes you wonder what form of the festivities happens in private, doesn't it?

Don't bother scolding me for saying it. I know that's been the question on everyone's mind.

At any rate, I met a most interesting group of people at one of the bars here. They invited me to a Erol'an poetry reading at a place near the docks. I don't know what to expect from it, but it ought to make for an interesting night.

[Naesala seems pretty satisfied with the turn of events, too. Look at him, making friends with hipsters.]

If only all my interactions with the locals were like that. Do yourselves a favor and don't walk close to the colleges if you have any extra appendages. You might not escape with all your feathers intact.

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[Hmph.]

Normally, I would hate to think of relying on mere luck to get me through my days...

[Here, however, she paused. Understanding that, while she might not fully comprehend what was going on around her...it was meant to be something of great significance. Perhaps not to her, but to the person--er, bird...bird-person(?) on the other end of the line.]

...but, nevertheless...I wish to humbly express my gratitude for what you have shown me.

[It's a good thing that he can't smile or smirk with a beak. Quite frankly, Naesala is amazed that she took it that far, but he's not about to correct her.

Instead, he changes back to his humanoid form in another sweep of light. He's fighting to do it, but he does succeed in keeping his expression mostly neutral, giving the camera a little bow.]

Oh, you're quite welcome. I don't mind doing it for a polite audience.

[He then takes his yimo back from the castian, thanking him for not dropping the thing.]

[There were hints of a smirk on her end. Mostly at his choice of wording--while she liked to think of herself as a lady, polite was not necessarily a word one would use to describe her often.]

A woman can only give the quality of manners she receives in return, young man.

I'd say that's completely fair. I'd hate for anyone to consider me a boorish person in the first place.

Then your mind may be at east.

"Boorish" is far from the first word that would come to mind at this time.

Good.