The pressure of a new realm, the disorientation of transportation, seemed to ease with the gurgling chortles that harmonized with his own laughter. Cera was a soul of companionship, and found purpose and life in the closeness of those around him. That he could say he was no longer alone now, accompanied by the beautiful achromic bird (though he hoped to call him friend soon) was a relief that loosened the tension in Cera's shoulders and settled a glow of tentative contentment around him like a shawl. One that could not be broken even by his surprise at the mental connection between the two, especially as it resurfaced once more in response to his query.
It felt as though a wall was between them however, because Cera reached forth with his mind in the way he remembered with his...previous life, and found nothing there. Odd, but not discouraging. The wryness of the words singing in his head only draws another free, lilting laugh from Cera's mouth. "So long as you're not reading my scattered mind, I don't mind," he teases, bold enough to follow up with a conspiratorial wink. Though, he simply must know..."Is it magic? I'm rather curious," he admits a bit shyly, eyes falling from the raven to the path before them. In his previous worlds, knowledge was never so greatly valued as physical strength - especially in lands where written language was discarded or archaic. It is habitual to be embarrassed by his own thirst for it.
"I hope I didn't interrupt you so badly as to ruin your meal?" Cera frowns slightly. If only he had some materials, any kind of coin or wares to trade or bread to break with the kindly guide. He remembered how tiring it at times could be, welcoming disoriented newcomers to a land you knew like the back of your hand. If it bothered the raven though, he did not show it, and Cera's frown cracked into a smile as his name was repeated quite well, and another given in turn.
"A pleasure to meet you, Smith!" And then - oh, heavens - a little creature came bumbling forth from the bracken, a griffin from Cera's tangled memories and a young one at that. His heart ached as if it had been stabbed, both from loss and zealous joy that the bonding of souls was clearly present in this world. If tears gathered in his eyes at the sight of the adorable little one - dubbed Isuma by Smith's crackled voice - well...he wouldn't admit to them freely. "Hello, little Isuma," he greets instead, with a voice softer than a midday cloud. She is a vision of hope in a way that he doubts either of them will understand.
"You are both welcome to my shoulders as we walk, if you would like," he offers shyly, not wanting to impose and aware of his long-legged gait being swifter on land if he was keeping them from the skies. "I'm unsure how far this town is." Not that he would mind a journey on a beautiful morning such as this.
It felt as though a wall was between them however, because Cera reached forth with his mind in the way he remembered with his...previous life, and found nothing there. Odd, but not discouraging. The wryness of the words singing in his head only draws another free, lilting laugh from Cera's mouth. "So long as you're not reading my scattered mind, I don't mind," he teases, bold enough to follow up with a conspiratorial wink. Though, he simply must know..."Is it magic? I'm rather curious," he admits a bit shyly, eyes falling from the raven to the path before them. In his previous worlds, knowledge was never so greatly valued as physical strength - especially in lands where written language was discarded or archaic. It is habitual to be embarrassed by his own thirst for it.
"I hope I didn't interrupt you so badly as to ruin your meal?" Cera frowns slightly. If only he had some materials, any kind of coin or wares to trade or bread to break with the kindly guide. He remembered how tiring it at times could be, welcoming disoriented newcomers to a land you knew like the back of your hand. If it bothered the raven though, he did not show it, and Cera's frown cracked into a smile as his name was repeated quite well, and another given in turn.
"A pleasure to meet you, Smith!" And then - oh, heavens - a little creature came bumbling forth from the bracken, a griffin from Cera's tangled memories and a young one at that. His heart ached as if it had been stabbed, both from loss and zealous joy that the bonding of souls was clearly present in this world. If tears gathered in his eyes at the sight of the adorable little one - dubbed Isuma by Smith's crackled voice - well...he wouldn't admit to them freely. "Hello, little Isuma," he greets instead, with a voice softer than a midday cloud. She is a vision of hope in a way that he doubts either of them will understand.
"You are both welcome to my shoulders as we walk, if you would like," he offers shyly, not wanting to impose and aware of his long-legged gait being swifter on land if he was keeping them from the skies. "I'm unsure how far this town is." Not that he would mind a journey on a beautiful morning such as this.
