It was taking way too long to get to the village.  As the group moved through the wicked woods, the feeling of the pixie oils on his skin, below the cloth of his pants kept adding to his irritation.  The longer the stuff was on him, the more of an irritation it became.  Even going so far as being more of a source of a bad mood than the fact that they were following these birds on nothing more than their words that they should do to a vision, and Verita’s own star filled eyes.   He was hoping there wouldn’t be any lasting effects of not washing it off for this long of a time.<br/><br/>But at least no one seemed to want to talk the entire walk, and he was just fine with that until they actually got to the Aviari village, and he couldn’t help but be impressed with the place.  The way parts of it were built, up in the trees were dozens of buildings, though he didn’t have a count.  All those were matched with a lot of buildings around the trees there on the ground.   A landing pad of stone there on the ground as well, he guessed for when the people came down from their higher buildings.  He couldn’t immediately see a way up to those bungalows.<br/><br/>Another thought he had at what he was seeing, the human built towns didn’t compare to this at all, especially Veritas little village.  It had looked like little more than shacks in comparison.  Though he would admit he had been put on some jobs within human cities, the walls protecting the ones that had been built since the old world.  The castle in one of those had been more impressive, making this look rustic.  And the old world buildings he had seen that were still standing were even more impressive.  He still had to admire the charm of the looks of this place, it being more rustic and relaxed.<br/><br/>It didn’t take long for his attention to be drawn away from the wood buildings though as it was hard to miss the rainbow of colors that made up the people who called this place home.  It was hard not to have his attention drawn to them, first the bright pink women.  Looking at them, and the tallest one that was speaking to them, he couldn’t resist the wandering of how soft their feathers were, and wanting to feel their bodies underneath the feathers, wanting to feel them and the skin beneath.  Wandering how their breasts would feel beneath his hands.<br/><br/>A pretty interesting train of thought for him, someone who had never met an Aviari before.  And at this moment as more came down, with what he could even tell was curiosity in their eyes, he was thinking that is was a terrible shame that.  Each one of them a different color, and just as curious as the blue feathered ones, and with even less dressed with each group.  Though the male blue one was not as impressive to his eyes, or at least he wasn’t impressed by what he was packing.  This was the first time he had seen Aviari, and he couldn’t help but be attracted to them.  They were exotic, and beautiful.  Enough to make them alluring to him.  Letting his eyes run around was enough to let him think that he would have to remember how to get here if Verita’s blind trust proved to be right.  At this moment he was definitely hoping she was right and his suspicion was wrong.  At least he had been distracted from the heat of the pixy oil and dust.<br/><br/>But at the moment the blue ones spoke about the baths, the reminder of the leftovers from the pixy encounter came back to the front of his mind.  He turned to the blue birds and let his voice speak up.<span style="color: seagreen"> “Well, I can’t turn down the offer for a bath since I haven’t had one in a while.  If your beautiful lady friends would be willing to lead the way to a cool place, I’ll take that offer.”</span>He said as his lifted his bundled armor up and behind him, carrying it over his back with one arm.  The motion pushed the cloak he had been wearing aside to give the birds a view of the muscles of his arms and torso, and the scars that covered his upperbody.  He did look at the one on the right and gave her a wink.  Yeah, she could shamelessly first with everyone around.  It should be obvious by now to them that he didn’t give a damn what they thought of him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>