[Ah. Right. Introductions. He used to care so much about this sort of things, and how he was perceived... Now, there's no reason to worry about that, is there? The beast is out in plain view after the events in Fhirdiad, his home, and he need not hold himself back.]
[Still... Perhaps it is some form of old habit that has him incline his head towards Willow.]
...Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.
[It doesn't matter what the Empire tries to call it. It is and always will be Faerghus. If only he hadn't failed to take that snake's head when he was living...]
[One of the Rattata's squirms up along his shoulder, nosing around in his hair, and Dimitri snaps out of it before he can get completely lost in his own head- something that tends to happen often. Reaching up, he steadies the creature.]
I claim no expertise on this matter... Only what I have heard. This place is fond of its legends... and so there are claims this was once the home of a powerful bird, before a fire chased it away.
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[Still... Perhaps it is some form of old habit that has him incline his head towards Willow.]
...Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.
[It doesn't matter what the Empire tries to call it. It is and always will be Faerghus. If only he hadn't failed to take that snake's head when he was living...]
[One of the Rattata's squirms up along his shoulder, nosing around in his hair, and Dimitri snaps out of it before he can get completely lost in his own head- something that tends to happen often. Reaching up, he steadies the creature.]
I claim no expertise on this matter... Only what I have heard. This place is fond of its legends... and so there are claims this was once the home of a powerful bird, before a fire chased it away.