<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/burd_zpss5n6r6f4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Torikai</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=237289.msg11683863#msg11683863)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Haneda International Airport, arrival terminal<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kitty/Riku<br/><hr/>Travelling by plane had certainly been an experience for Torikai, although she was still undecided on whether or not it was a good one. Up until now,  her experience with aircraft had mostly been simply to see one, far off in the distance when she flew a little further from home that she should have, and it had definitely been interesting to see how humans had managed flight.<br/>And, she had to admit, it was fasterr than she could manage on her own. On the other hand, even in what seemed to be the most spacious seat she could afford, it had been so ... small. And boring. Flying here herself would have been tiring, perhaps, but at least she would have had the whole sky to move around in, rather than a small space with stale air.<br/><br/>Still, she had a new host to meet and a good impression to make. After a brief pause to ensure that her silvery feathers and hair were presentable, she adjusted the skirt of her sleeveless grey dress and descend down to meet her host.<br/><br/>She hadn't been sure what to expect, but what her sharp eyes settled on hadn't been one of the possibilities that she had considered. He, or possibly she, was certainly not unattractive, and the odd little outfit that they were wearing was certainly appealing in its own way. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of the sign, although she couldn't deny that it had done its job of standing out.<br/>Forcing herself to walk, instead of taking flight, Torikai made her way through the crowd with a silent, inward grumble at the average size of humans. Back on the mountain she had been one of the tallest present, usually only second to her mother, and the feeling of being smaller than most around her was definitely not a welcome one.<br/><br/>Reaching her host, she bowed and greeted him, habit slipping her back into the formal and old fashioned words that had been drilled into her back home, her clear, light voice unmistakably that of a singer. His apparent lack of recognition to her name was noticed, but Torikai pushed her ego back, having already been forced to admit that her odd blend of min'yō, Éntekhno and her recent experimentation with more modern vocal styles was hardly in the most popular of genres these days.<br/><br/>"I am Torikai," she introduced herself, rather unnecessarily, after she straightened back up. It was hardly as if there were any other harpies around here, after all. "And you must be Riku-kun. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu."<br/>She had definitely noticed the 'chan' earlier and, it seemed, was not above responding in kind.