Was it wrong to be so curious about a bird?

It was a question which had bothered Nysa for a week before he finally returned to his wonder. He might have known that the Odelian slumbered within the hairpin that now adorned his head, but it might have seemed odd for a person-sized swan-like creature to just appear in the streets. The wonder seemed like the safest place to coax his new companion out.

He remained in the Study, settling into a wooden chair. Crossing his legs, he leaned to one side before lifting a finger to stroke the feather in his hair.

"...Dearest Fleurette... it is time to wake."

His finger briefly tingled as he stroked the feather, a blue wisp of energy seeming to float about the vicinity. As it distanced itself from his fingers, it seemed to grow, until once more the large white avian had graced Nysa with her presence.

From his seat, his lips could not help but smile as he gazed over her full form with great care.

In a sincere, yet quieted tone, he uttered "You are truly stunning, Fleurette."

The Odelian's head swayed from side to side as she seemed to do a similar inspection upon this knight she had only recently become acquainted with. The feather crest upon the top of her head seemed to settle slightly, as if she was calm. Her teal eyes seemed particularly intrigued by the shimmery cloth hanging off the sleeves of the knight's jacket.

"It is quite interesting how similar, yet different you are from a Swan..." he mentioned as her head-feathers came to rest. Slowly, Nysa stirred from the chair, standing up while keeping his movements to a minimum.

Even with the faint movement, the feathers upon her head flared up again and her head cocked back dramatically. She blinked, but soon enough her eyes seemed to locate another sparkly thing to look at.

The Cape.

Slowly lifting a gloved hand towards the avian, he uttered "It is okay, Fleurette... I would just like to get a closer look at you... if.... if you do not mind..." The lad took a slow step forward, sliding the bottom of his boot against the smooth floor.

Fleurette's head bobbed a bit, watching the cloth of the cape sway.

"Thaaaaaat is it, you pretty girl..." he cooed as he slid his other foot forward, gradually working his way to the pristine bird.

The bird's head seemed to twitch, cocking slightly to one side as her teal eyes blinked again. As the lad made his third sliding step forward, the Odelian rather suddenly struck out. Her neck was long enough to narrow the gap easily. With her beak open, she attempted to snap it upon the sparkly piece of cloth attached to the knight's uniform.

However, her head completely passed through the cloth, leaving the large bird to curiously blink as she clacked her beak open and shut.

Nysa's eyes were wide as he watched what could have been read as an attack.

Fleurette seemed to test her current state, backing her head up, then slowly moving her head forward, beak attempting to clamp upon the gossamer. Once more her beak seemed to go through the solid object.

"Dearest... I do not think you are solid enough to interact in such a manner..." His own fingers seemed to stray their intended path and soon enough seemed to drift to the large bird's feathery crown. As his fingers touched upon what would have been her feathers, he once more felt the cool energy that seemed to create her form tingling throughout his fingers.

Quizzically the bird looked up from her current game with his cape at the stroking hand. Perhaps it was the same gossamer material along his coat sleeves that had caught her attention, or perhaps it had been what could have been considered his "touch." The feathers of her crown seemed to settle again as she lifted her head again. It was as if the bird was considering what to make of the current knight of Nysa.

The rest of her body seemed to shudder slightly as her feathers rustled. Pulling her neck back to a more restful position, she tilted her head at the knight like he had done to her prior. With a ruffle of her feathers, she spread out her wings. With a faint glow, her body once more faded into a simple wisp.

"...I know not what to make of you, Dearest Fleurette..." He certainly was not a bird psychologist. She was puzzling at best, but that was what made her so intriguing.

"Rest well, Sweet Fleurette... I will check in on you next week."