<i>------------- Foran ---------------</i><br/><br/>Many of the Aviari had been curiously watching how the strange looking human made his way through the forest. They had tried to offer Foran help, but saw he was too occupied with his own thoughts to see the offers of flying him up to where he desired to be. Instead they just seemed to circle around the Ramen, and once in a while the feathered friends would heal the parts of the trees he accidentally had damaged with his claws when trying to climb up to the flying docks.<br/><br/>It was there that a little golden feathered girl was watching behind the big oak tree how the Ramen was falling asleep in a restless slumber. Her mother was somewhere close busy with the daily tasks of keeping her household tidy, not thinking about what her little child would do around the strangers. The golden birdy sneaked up behind the sleeping man and studied every inch of his skin with the utmost curiosity. It was then that she decided that the thing she was looking at could not have been a human, and must be something else. Humans did not have claws like the animals in the woods, nor the strange distorted face like this man was wearing. His skin was pale and burned as well, and she wondered if she should ask her mother to tend to his wounds?<br/><br/>‘’Hello sir!’’ She squeaked in a high-pitched untrained voice for the common language, the child had been a studious little one however. Always in front of the classes Kali gave in the knowledge of the races around the world. So she knew enough of the language to start a conversation, something she wanted to do more than anything in the world.<br/><br/>‘’What are you?’’<br/><br/><br/><br/><i>------------Darion------------------</i><br/><br/>The male Aviari nodded and chuckled at the wink the Human male was giving to his sister. With a curt bow and his raised forward he motioned wordlessly that he was going to lift up the warrior and bring him down the river with his female companions. The flight did not take long, and the arms of the Aviari barely held Darion in between them, the way they flew had nothing to do with the power of their wings. Instead, a watchful observer could see that a vast amount of magic was being used everywhere in the village.<br/><br/>The male Aviari bowed before Darion as he had landed the man on top of a straight wooden bed hanging above the clear blue and fresh waters of the rivers. The bed was hanging from a branch with several thick cords, decorated with flowers in every colour of the rainbow. On top of the wood was a mattress seemingly filled with the tiniest soft feathers, matching the pillows that were placed all around the suspended disc. The two blue feathered females giggled and whistled in a set of strange sounding tones and voices, giving the impression to Darion that they were chatting with each other as their brother flew back up again after his bow.<br/><br/>The tallest one of the two, bearing a bigger chest then her smaller sister was playing teasingly with her red and amber coloured necklaces, rolling the cold colourful stones over her hardened nipples. It was definitely a sight to see how the tiniest soft feather would give in and sit up straight of the friction the woman was causing to her ample bosom. The smaller one, who had the most incredible turquoise eyes adorning her topaz blue feathered face with a beautiful giggling smile, pulled her sisters arm as if she tried to stop the woman’s lewd behaviour. Instead she looked at Darion however and asked with a clear and high melodic voice;<br/><br/>‘’You.. mind, we be here? We help you, wash you pink bald skin?’’<br/><br/><br/><i><br/>
------Verita -----</i><br/><br/>Waited patiently with a mused smile as she fumbled nervously with her fingers underneath the robes. She was trying to avoid eye-contact with any of the bird-people around her, stepping a little closer to Dal’tek in the hope he would lead her to some food.<br/><br/>She could not help but look behind a group of females on the other end of the square and smiled when she could see a child Aviari. The little thing was so small and adorable, and trying to fly towards their group until it’s mother grabbed her by the tail so she couldn’t move another inch forward. The sight was so hilarious to see, that Verita chuckled and waved at the blue ball of feathers who was now sulking in its mothers arms.<br/>The druid girl heard Dal’tek speak to her, and she wondered why his food would be so different.<br/><br/><b>‘’What do you eat then, if you think you’re food will be so different? I hope not birdseeds, I could not sustain only on seeds, haha’’</b><br/><br/><i><br/>
------ Donchen -----</i><br/><br/>The brightly pink feathered flamingo woman was the first to pick up the furry ball of vulpari. In her own language she had already fought with her two sisters of who was allowed to wash the little thing, and after a small bickering fight they agreed to do it together in one of the bathtubs on top storey of their village. In an hour or so, the Vulpari would be able to see the sun set in the sea as well.<br/><br/>But for now, the pink and white feathered female that looked about the age of a 20-yearold in human years giggled and enjoyed the feel of the soft fur of the Vulpari upon her feathered skin. She plunged in the water with a very non-elegant way, letting the warmth of the heated liquid surround both creatures. Her sister joined her shortly, a very bright yellow and red tinted bird-woman who barely looked anything like the pink version of the Aviari. With a strange tongue she pointed at donchen and then at herself, before she spoke out loud.<br/><br/>‘’Me Nala, she Birina, there Am'ha, and you?’’<br/><br/>Birini nodded softly as she held Donchen up underneath his arms, placing him gently on her pulled up knees so he wouldn’t sink underneath the surface of the bath. It seemed it was too deep for him to stand in it all by himself, so he would have to lean or walk over the bodies of the feathered females that were now stroking and washing the hairs of his furs with delicate and soft fingers. Ah'ma had joined them at the last moment, with a bottle of what seemed to smell like a scented washing lotion made out of the herbs of the forest. It would sever well in order to get all that damn pixiedust and heating oil out of his brown fur. All the while they looked at him and giggled with strange high tones, waiting for him to answer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>