The bob of the little guardian's cranium brings a relieved smile to Cera's lips. Knowledge is power, a blade sharper than any metal he could craft. Caido, he thinks to himself firmly, cementing the name and letting what little he has gleaned in the hours since his arrival radiate like tendrils from this main thought. Given time and exposure, Cera knows it will become a spiderweb of intricate details for him to scurry along and pluck at his leisure. For that he is grateful to the raven - he has been offered a beginning.
A croaking laugh distracts him from organizing his thoughts, delighting a little jerk of surprise from the slim human, who laughs joyously at the sound in response. What a darling creature, he thinks fondly, and sends a prayer of thanks to whatever gods rule this realm. At least he did not have to start this journey alone, as he had so many times before.
A secondary jolt shudders through Cera's limbs, much stronger than the last as a voice echoes resoundingly inside his way. It's so intimately close to how he used to speak with his own companion that he flinches away, automatically reaching for his mental barriers before the words even process. However when they do, he can only gape unattractively at the little bird.
"Um...excuse me? Did you just speak?" His voice squeaks a little in surprise, discomfited but reluctant to offend. Especially if this was a better way to communicate! More than one word answers at least, though Cera would have happily worked around that particular barrier.
Before he can ask any further questions, the ghostbird beckons him with a throaty chirrup, alighting upon the next branch. It's disconcerting still, but Cera has always been flexible - he merely puts it to the side for now to bring up later. Cera perks up at the last word - town? It's more than he'd hoped for, having lived a nomadic life for so long. He follows along without question, trailing along behind the raven as the sunlight grows stronger, weakly warming his exposed arms. "Thank you, I'm glad you found me when you did," he admits sincerely, verdant eyes warm and creased at the corners from years of smiles. Leaves crinkle beneath his feet, accompanied by the sound of wingbeats and branches bowing beneath the weight of the bird.
"Oh!" Cera very nearly slaps himself when he realizes he has not even introduced himself to the raven. If it is capable of speech and sentience, he would be remiss to not at least attempt such basic etiquette. "I never introduced myself! My name is Cera," he offers kindly as they walk - and fly - down the path together. He's not sure if the raven can say his own name in his spare vocals, but...well, perhaps that strange eloquence from earlier would arise once more?
A croaking laugh distracts him from organizing his thoughts, delighting a little jerk of surprise from the slim human, who laughs joyously at the sound in response. What a darling creature, he thinks fondly, and sends a prayer of thanks to whatever gods rule this realm. At least he did not have to start this journey alone, as he had so many times before.
A secondary jolt shudders through Cera's limbs, much stronger than the last as a voice echoes resoundingly inside his way. It's so intimately close to how he used to speak with his own companion that he flinches away, automatically reaching for his mental barriers before the words even process. However when they do, he can only gape unattractively at the little bird.
"Um...excuse me? Did you just speak?" His voice squeaks a little in surprise, discomfited but reluctant to offend. Especially if this was a better way to communicate! More than one word answers at least, though Cera would have happily worked around that particular barrier.
Before he can ask any further questions, the ghostbird beckons him with a throaty chirrup, alighting upon the next branch. It's disconcerting still, but Cera has always been flexible - he merely puts it to the side for now to bring up later. Cera perks up at the last word - town? It's more than he'd hoped for, having lived a nomadic life for so long. He follows along without question, trailing along behind the raven as the sunlight grows stronger, weakly warming his exposed arms. "Thank you, I'm glad you found me when you did," he admits sincerely, verdant eyes warm and creased at the corners from years of smiles. Leaves crinkle beneath his feet, accompanied by the sound of wingbeats and branches bowing beneath the weight of the bird.
"Oh!" Cera very nearly slaps himself when he realizes he has not even introduced himself to the raven. If it is capable of speech and sentience, he would be remiss to not at least attempt such basic etiquette. "I never introduced myself! My name is Cera," he offers kindly as they walk - and fly - down the path together. He's not sure if the raven can say his own name in his spare vocals, but...well, perhaps that strange eloquence from earlier would arise once more?
