Illegal? Then he had broken some manner of principle. Kasrjin had been wandering the forest for several suns unmolested until he had hunted that doe, and lacking in the grace of the Nayantai, he'd made a particularly unsubtle and clumsy affair of it. If the masked warriors, these Wailers, were protectors of the forest, then they kept strict watch over it and its denizens. Seeing an intruder violate its charge would certainly provoke them into attack. Though the doe itself as an individual was relatively insignificant, a lapse in protocol would have been unacceptable, especially if their duty to guard the forest was not self-appointed and placed upon them by a higher authority.
The Xaela nodded with his new comprehension of the circumstances. The next set of answers, however, brought nothing but more confusion. What was the purpose of giving one's name prior to making requests if the circumstances did not require specific differentiation between individuals, such as a transaction between two people? To excuse was to forgive or justify. Was it custom to ask forgiveness before a wrong had been committed? Or was it instead a cultural concept that making requests was inherently a malicious act, and thus it was considered an act of immorality that demanded absolvement before it had even taken place? What did the word "please" mean, and in which contexts would it be appropriate? Express gratitude? Bow?
Kasrjin's eyes nearly crossed from attempting to process all of this information at once when the female broke out into a smile. It is not as if the concept of such a demeanor was alien to him, but it was not something he was used to. His mouth creased into a rough imitation; the horrid amalgamation of something of a scowl, a smirk, and preparing to open one's mouth to bite the head off of an entire fish. He maintained this for less than a second before dropping it, feeling foolish.
"Strange," he murmured, scratching a hand through jet black locks, the motion causing a shake from the streaks of emerald green that ran themselves through his hair. For the third time in a relatively short interval, the Xaela made a fervent wish for Tsanai to make sense of all of these functionless platitudes that the western continent seemed to operate on. It was not as if the Xaela had never smiled or was unused to it, but the act of deliberately forcing it in order to adhere to social conventions seemed incredibly impractical. It seemed best to change the subject of inquiry. No doubt that Kasrjin would have to make extensive time later in order to properly prepare himself for study in these principles.
"What is this destination, Coerthas? What is not permitted within such an area?" Kasrjin's question sounded somewhat more eager, having shifted back onto information relevant to his task. He wanted to ask for details, but if he asked for its size he would receive that information in units that did not translate properly to him. "Describe to me the threats, whether they be in the form of storms or beasts. What manner of settlements are present?"
The Xaela nodded with his new comprehension of the circumstances. The next set of answers, however, brought nothing but more confusion. What was the purpose of giving one's name prior to making requests if the circumstances did not require specific differentiation between individuals, such as a transaction between two people? To excuse was to forgive or justify. Was it custom to ask forgiveness before a wrong had been committed? Or was it instead a cultural concept that making requests was inherently a malicious act, and thus it was considered an act of immorality that demanded absolvement before it had even taken place? What did the word "please" mean, and in which contexts would it be appropriate? Express gratitude? Bow?
Kasrjin's eyes nearly crossed from attempting to process all of this information at once when the female broke out into a smile. It is not as if the concept of such a demeanor was alien to him, but it was not something he was used to. His mouth creased into a rough imitation; the horrid amalgamation of something of a scowl, a smirk, and preparing to open one's mouth to bite the head off of an entire fish. He maintained this for less than a second before dropping it, feeling foolish.
"Strange," he murmured, scratching a hand through jet black locks, the motion causing a shake from the streaks of emerald green that ran themselves through his hair. For the third time in a relatively short interval, the Xaela made a fervent wish for Tsanai to make sense of all of these functionless platitudes that the western continent seemed to operate on. It was not as if the Xaela had never smiled or was unused to it, but the act of deliberately forcing it in order to adhere to social conventions seemed incredibly impractical. It seemed best to change the subject of inquiry. No doubt that Kasrjin would have to make extensive time later in order to properly prepare himself for study in these principles.
"What is this destination, Coerthas? What is not permitted within such an area?" Kasrjin's question sounded somewhat more eager, having shifted back onto information relevant to his task. He wanted to ask for details, but if he asked for its size he would receive that information in units that did not translate properly to him. "Describe to me the threats, whether they be in the form of storms or beasts. What manner of settlements are present?"
