Rurnur
One Thousand Club
SCSaya06
NeonFlow
SoraHikari
As the bard's music grew faster and more energetic, Azal naturally bobbed his head even more violently, and even more out of tune. Now this was more to the bird's liking, bringing back memories of the near-constant flow of bright and exciting music back in his homeland. It was almost necessary for the tribe's survival, especially when compared to neighboring tribes who relied on brutal combat as a way of relieving stress and pent-up energy. Leaving such a peaceful tribe was difficult, and the adjustment to the outside world was worse. Even to this day, it's more than obvious that Azal still isn't accustomed to society. Inconveniently for both himself and those around him, it often feels like he's running on a completely different track to everyone else.
Letting out a squawk, the bird agreed "Indeed! It shall be the adventure of a lifetime! Reaching the heavens themselves, what could be more worthy of legend!" Growing overly excited, the bobbing of his head had become more of a swinging motion, threatening to strike anyone in his immediate vicinity. "Departing?" Azal pondered, repeating Kote's query exactly. "Why, at once! There's no time to-" He began to say, before his head suddenly conked into Farr's, putting a stop to his ramblings. Rubbing his own head with a feathered hand, Azal gave a low squawk. "Gah! Forgive me, it's dangerous for one such as I to remain at rest, for i'm never truly at rest! You understand!" He removed his arm from Farr and stretched them into the air, before giving his flight feather's a few quick flaps to his sides. Most unfortunately, and completely unbeknownst to him, a poor Elven woman to his right had found herself slapped in the face repeatedly by his feathers.
"Ah, but first we have some preparations to make! Don't we, Sir Farr?" He cocked his head over and placed a feathered hand on the man's head, rubbing it in a friendly gesture. "Then as soon as we're done, it's off to the land Chlokoka! Where adventure awaits us!"
As the bard's music grew faster and more energetic, Azal naturally bobbed his head even more violently, and even more out of tune. Now this was more to the bird's liking, bringing back memories of the near-constant flow of bright and exciting music back in his homeland. It was almost necessary for the tribe's survival, especially when compared to neighboring tribes who relied on brutal combat as a way of relieving stress and pent-up energy. Leaving such a peaceful tribe was difficult, and the adjustment to the outside world was worse. Even to this day, it's more than obvious that Azal still isn't accustomed to society. Inconveniently for both himself and those around him, it often feels like he's running on a completely different track to everyone else.
Letting out a squawk, the bird agreed "Indeed! It shall be the adventure of a lifetime! Reaching the heavens themselves, what could be more worthy of legend!" Growing overly excited, the bobbing of his head had become more of a swinging motion, threatening to strike anyone in his immediate vicinity. "Departing?" Azal pondered, repeating Kote's query exactly. "Why, at once! There's no time to-" He began to say, before his head suddenly conked into Farr's, putting a stop to his ramblings. Rubbing his own head with a feathered hand, Azal gave a low squawk. "Gah! Forgive me, it's dangerous for one such as I to remain at rest, for i'm never truly at rest! You understand!" He removed his arm from Farr and stretched them into the air, before giving his flight feather's a few quick flaps to his sides. Most unfortunately, and completely unbeknownst to him, a poor Elven woman to his right had found herself slapped in the face repeatedly by his feathers.
"Ah, but first we have some preparations to make! Don't we, Sir Farr?" He cocked his head over and placed a feathered hand on the man's head, rubbing it in a friendly gesture. "Then as soon as we're done, it's off to the land Chlokoka! Where adventure awaits us!"