Clemente
Clem is no bird watcher by any means, but even he can't ignore the majestic bird that sweeps around the kiosks he's loitering around. The only birds he'd ever known in his life before Caido had been crows and pigeons, so for a moment he simply stares. Trailing after the bird as it flits from booth to booth, large talons gripping wood and stone structures alike. Clem digs in his pocket for a strip of the jerky he'd brought to trade - meaningful to the Halo residents and effectively useless to Clemente, a perfect exchange - and tries to approach from the side, holding it up in offering to the beautiful thing. Wondering if birds like that even eat jerky, though the ones in his homeworld had never been particularly picky. Much like he had been. "Here birdy," he croons softly, though his voice is far from suited to such delicate notions. Part of him wonders if the bird is valuable, its feathers and bones, but quickly casts the thought away. He still cringes away from the idea of taking a life of any kind, animal or human, and he's more intrigued by the beautiful creature than interested in harvesting it for goods he will never need or use.
