[ There's an intelligence behind her eyes and he's treated to the sight of both between his first step and last word. Has he ever seen a bird toss her head? Because he was treated to what might have looked an awful lot like that complemented by ruffled feathers immediately following his first question. His second wasn't quite his saving grace. It was the statement after that that saw her pause mid-check of her wing and turn her head to fix her other eye on him, watching him as he leaned forward and adopted that depressed position.
Right. His words sound about the same. Depressed, that is, and a special kind of lonely to be extending such an invitation to a surmised portent of ill fortune, let alone an unfamiliar being supposed to be an ayakashi or youkai. She isn't certain what she'd been expecting to find when she'd changed her course to investigate that enormous, bright spiritual presence that seemed like a beacon to her at the time and... something else, something strange to her. Something that's stricken from her immediate thoughts because, really, he's assuming an awful lot.
Like she'd perch with pigeons.
She hops forward once, twice and cants her head at the strange man again, sensing, feeling with her sixth on a level the spiritually blind couldn't begin to grasp. It's almost humorous, really, that someone so bright would consider associating himself those particular portents of ill fortune. Almost as humorous as a being such as herself being gifted the surname Light and if that isn't an coincidence.
He really could stand to tone it down, though. She doesn't get the sense that it's an intentional display and his awareness of ayakashi and youkai, that he's read about them in some library's books doesn't give her much to go on as to his native familiarity. It makes him supposition questionable, that much more odd, and trains her focus in such a way that her interest doesn't dip and her thoughts don't turn to the pensive others that historically occupy her mind and heart without fail in the weeks leading up to Tanabata.
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Right. His words sound about the same. Depressed, that is, and a special kind of lonely to be extending such an invitation to a surmised portent of ill fortune, let alone an unfamiliar being supposed to be an ayakashi or youkai. She isn't certain what she'd been expecting to find when she'd changed her course to investigate that enormous, bright spiritual presence that seemed like a beacon to her at the time and... something else, something strange to her. Something that's stricken from her immediate thoughts because, really, he's assuming an awful lot.
Like she'd perch with pigeons.
She hops forward once, twice and cants her head at the strange man again, sensing, feeling with her sixth on a level the spiritually blind couldn't begin to grasp. It's almost humorous, really, that someone so bright would consider associating himself those particular portents of ill fortune. Almost as humorous as a being such as herself being gifted the surname Light and if that isn't an coincidence.
He really could stand to tone it down, though. She doesn't get the sense that it's an intentional display and his awareness of ayakashi and youkai, that he's read about them in some library's books doesn't give her much to go on as to his native familiarity. It makes him supposition questionable, that much more odd, and trains her focus in such a way that her interest doesn't dip and her thoughts don't turn to the pensive others that historically occupy her mind and heart without fail in the weeks leading up to Tanabata.
Who is this man and -- ]