[Itai]

@Frost

#d11755

News would travel quickly enough through the tribe and he had to make sure that all their bases were covered, even if he'd rather be digging his face into those scrolls and reading over old bits of history, there was always something new he could glean from those weather worn pages, and always things to add.

But now, Itai would take it upon himself to deal with one of El Dorado's more problematic members. The hellion already knew that Aine couldn't be trusted with such a duty, she had already begun showing signs of failure in her current job, what a pity. He could almost scoff at the thought, incompetence spread like a disease and if you could isolate the problem areas you could amputate it quite easily.

The jungle that surrounded them was full of life, even as the sun pulled its way to the late noon hours, the Roc of Wings stalked the market place with purpose, head curled inward like a swan and steps poised and limber like a cat's. It was that sort of flouncy behavior that earned him raised brows and quiet jeers from the surrounding public that went about their daily tasks, he was just a hellion attempting to copy the Aviari way of life, but it was all he knew how to do.

Strapped to his side was a strange contraption, one that would make or break this upcoming situation. A pouch of water, configured to the head of a thick straw all woven and melded together to form an extremely crude spray bottle of sorts. Finally when the large figure he had been looking for was in his sights, Itai briskly picked up his pace to cut the other off. "Chaffinch! CHAFFINCH!" He barked, hoping to get the other's attention by now, but he knew how deplorable this one was, and Itai had always refused calling the other by that unsightly name. "The Roc of Wings is SPEAKING TO YOU!" He rolled the r's as a look of irritation spread across his face.

"We've visitors, I'd like to hear the greeting I've taught you. You know the one, and if not, allow me to remind you: Hello and good day! Welcome esteemed guests of El Dorado, it is a pleasure to find you staying with us!" The hellion mused brows raised elegantly so, rocking back onto his hind legs to get that spray bottle ready. "Now you, go on. Don't worry about this."