The Xaela eyed the female curiously as she placed a mysterious bottle in front of him before withdrawing a similar vessel and downing the contents easily. Kasrjin wasn't entirely certain of what to make of the display or the offering he had been given. Was he expected to imitate the gesture? Was the bottle placed at its arbitrary location for a reason, or was it intended to be an offering to him? If the female had meant to give the bottle to him, it stood to reason--at least to Kasrjin, to whom the word "subtlety" was often spelled with six numbers and a hyphen--that she would have simply handed it to him instead. It seemed that the female would be more conducive towards answering his questions about social customs, but it was impossible for him to gauge what was and was not an appropriate occasion to ask such questions.
Judging by the way her facial features creased, it seemed she was still apprehensive about him, which was not an unreasonable reaction. The female retreated to her bird. "I will not be redeeming your services right away - if I do at all," she said. Kasrjin frowned. The purpose of the transaction was to trade one service for another, but it seemed the female had little intention of completing the trade. It seemed there were many more nuances to the concept that he was unaware about.
"If I have need of you in the future, I will seek you out. There is a single, solitary person I would have... removed, before they can do more harm. I doubt there will be much of a fight, however." The female's expressions following her statement were peculiar; she chuckled before being overcome by an irrepressible grimace, almost a scowl.
The Xaela dismissed the oddity of the sequence. The western continent was vastly different in expressions and interactions. This was simply one of many things that confused him, and it was sure to not be the last.
At the inquiry of his name, the response was automatic. "Khadai," the Au Ra said simply. It was extremely unlikely that there were any other Khadai present, or that they would make themselves present in the near future. Thus, giving her his personal identifier would be superfluous and confusing, such was his reasoning.
It was with vested interest, however, that Kasrjin witnessed the female conjure a flame from nothing to light a lantern. His eyes widened, and the Xaela shot a glance to the top of her head to see if there was a pointed hat. The lack of one caused him to frown; though he did not sense anything of the sort, and though she did not seem to have prepared the appropriate materials or experience the manifestations, it seemed to be a minor form of the Correspondence. He would have to confirm if it was truly similar or if it was something of a different nature. That would wait after his preliminary inquiries.
The female--who adhered to the label of Edda, though if it was a title, a name, or something else was beyond him--looked at him inquisitively, as if expecting his inquiries. Though Kasrjin was still uncertain of the continent's social cues, perhaps this was worth the plunge. He pursed his lips in thought. It would be foolish to assume that the female--that is, Edda--was all that familiar with this "Coerthas" region. She was capable of guiding him there, presumably, but that did not mean she had the requisite knowledge. While it would not hurt to make sure, it would be more efficient to ask questions he felt had a higher chance of being answered as opposed to making queries in subjects that his guide may or may not be familiar with.
"I wish to know the masked warriors," he began, adjusting his posture. The cool temperatures were rather comfortable, even with the exposed segments of his garments, and so long as he guarded himself from the wind it seemed to be of little threat. "I was attacked without provocation. I wish to avoid such confrontations in the future." It was with a twinge of regret that he remembered having to discard the venison, for they would not have dried quickly enough for him to store them.
"In addition, I wish to gain knowledge of the western continent's practical social conventions. The nuances escape me. I may have cause to interact with others and desire to be self-sufficient in such circumstances." Kasrjin's words felt awkward and out of place to him. He tried to communicate as clearly as possible--once again, Tsanai's absence made itself acutely aware to the Xaela--and his uncertainty in his words manifested itself in a frown upon his face. "I do not wish to cause discomfort upon others, but I require information on subjects. Inform me of the etiquette to perform such a task."
Judging by the way her facial features creased, it seemed she was still apprehensive about him, which was not an unreasonable reaction. The female retreated to her bird. "I will not be redeeming your services right away - if I do at all," she said. Kasrjin frowned. The purpose of the transaction was to trade one service for another, but it seemed the female had little intention of completing the trade. It seemed there were many more nuances to the concept that he was unaware about.
"If I have need of you in the future, I will seek you out. There is a single, solitary person I would have... removed, before they can do more harm. I doubt there will be much of a fight, however." The female's expressions following her statement were peculiar; she chuckled before being overcome by an irrepressible grimace, almost a scowl.
The Xaela dismissed the oddity of the sequence. The western continent was vastly different in expressions and interactions. This was simply one of many things that confused him, and it was sure to not be the last.
At the inquiry of his name, the response was automatic. "Khadai," the Au Ra said simply. It was extremely unlikely that there were any other Khadai present, or that they would make themselves present in the near future. Thus, giving her his personal identifier would be superfluous and confusing, such was his reasoning.
It was with vested interest, however, that Kasrjin witnessed the female conjure a flame from nothing to light a lantern. His eyes widened, and the Xaela shot a glance to the top of her head to see if there was a pointed hat. The lack of one caused him to frown; though he did not sense anything of the sort, and though she did not seem to have prepared the appropriate materials or experience the manifestations, it seemed to be a minor form of the Correspondence. He would have to confirm if it was truly similar or if it was something of a different nature. That would wait after his preliminary inquiries.
The female--who adhered to the label of Edda, though if it was a title, a name, or something else was beyond him--looked at him inquisitively, as if expecting his inquiries. Though Kasrjin was still uncertain of the continent's social cues, perhaps this was worth the plunge. He pursed his lips in thought. It would be foolish to assume that the female--that is, Edda--was all that familiar with this "Coerthas" region. She was capable of guiding him there, presumably, but that did not mean she had the requisite knowledge. While it would not hurt to make sure, it would be more efficient to ask questions he felt had a higher chance of being answered as opposed to making queries in subjects that his guide may or may not be familiar with.
"I wish to know the masked warriors," he began, adjusting his posture. The cool temperatures were rather comfortable, even with the exposed segments of his garments, and so long as he guarded himself from the wind it seemed to be of little threat. "I was attacked without provocation. I wish to avoid such confrontations in the future." It was with a twinge of regret that he remembered having to discard the venison, for they would not have dried quickly enough for him to store them.
"In addition, I wish to gain knowledge of the western continent's practical social conventions. The nuances escape me. I may have cause to interact with others and desire to be self-sufficient in such circumstances." Kasrjin's words felt awkward and out of place to him. He tried to communicate as clearly as possible--once again, Tsanai's absence made itself acutely aware to the Xaela--and his uncertainty in his words manifested itself in a frown upon his face. "I do not wish to cause discomfort upon others, but I require information on subjects. Inform me of the etiquette to perform such a task."
