Kyllan Remalece
Day 1 | morning | crumbling building (Displacer Ruins)
Niccola (@Lulunopia), Yer'on (@Moogle-Girl), bat plush (@Tiger Dragon)
"Off hunting, presumably," he remarked to answer Niccola's query.
"He'll be alright as long as he stays within three miles of us." As Yer'on approached him, he instinctively cradled the bat plush closer to his chest, glaring warily at the crow demon as his wings expanded slightly, rising as if beginning to form a protective shield. Even if he were teasing about eating the critter, he wasn't about to take any chances.
Pulling it away from his chest enough to look at it, he hummed thoughtfully at its silent but insistent pointing to its mouth.
"You want something to eat, huh? Alright then." Perhaps that was how his boon functioned: it tasted whatever was offered and let him know somehow if it was safe. How exactly it would inform him, he wasn't sure, but there was only one way to find out.
Coaxing it to hop onto his shoulder, he turned and followed Aaron out of the building, venturing out into the jungle beyond. As he left the confines of the stone structure, he sensed an odd but familiar lifting in his chest, not just because of the near-imperceptible decrease in humidity but that was certainly a contributing factor. He straightened, taking a deep breath through his nose and letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he felt the sun on his face. His species was not meant for an indoor life: it was meant for this.
Opening his eyes after a quiet moment, he cast an observant look around the mid-sized recess in which they were located, his keen hearing picking up all of the cries and rustling amid the sparse trees and the buildings that enclosed the region. And such odd structures the buildings were. The only comparison he could imagine would be the elven cities, but they curved and flowed almost like nature itself where these structures were just square with unforgiving corners and drab coloration. Ignoring the offensive constructs for the moment, he spotted fruit hanging from the branches of nearby trees. The vibrant coloration set him on edge, especially with the red hues of the skin, but this was not his home. The rules of nature changed when one found themselves in a location different from their own. He suspected very little would be the same here except for perhaps the predominance of nature.
The fruit hung too high to reach from the ground and too low to fly, but the trees seemed easy enough to climb. Approaching the base of the nearest tree, he crouched and launched himself upward, outstretched hands latching onto the lowest branches as he hauled himself into the tree. Getting his feet under him, he confidently climbed to the fruit-laden branches, keeping an eye out all the way for thorns or any dangerous insects or animals that might also inhabit the tree. With a steadying hand on the surrounding branches, he cautiously made his way out along the branch to where the fruit hung, feeling the nearest with his free hand. It seemed ripe, so he plucked it from the branch and eased himself back to sit on the branch, retrieving his knife from its waist sheath and cutting off a sliver, which he offered to the bat on his shoulder.