Nysa did not have a legitimate reason to visit his wonder. Or at least, anything he could legitimately justify. Some day in the future, he could look back and justify his actions as an attempt to learn more about his abilities and the abilities of his summon, but it would be an utter lie or exaggeration of the truth.

He just wanted to see her again.

Though he carried her token with him while upon the Earth, for some reason he suspected it was safest to call upon her in her most familiar settings. The Gardens of Nysa was her habitat and her home, as his ancestor had described. He had seen bouts of playfulness out of the avian, but considering how quickly Fleurette tended to dissipate, he believed she was still being rather shy.

Flourishing his cape lightly as he appeared within his Ancestor's study, he cooed out "Sweetest Fleurette.... might you keep me some company?"

As wisps of blue energy seemed to gather, the lad spun himself around so he was facing the opposite direction. He would not see Fleurette as she took her full form.

The Odelian couldn't help but c**k her head to the side a bit as she saw the knight's back, but at the same time, she seemed rather enticed by the shimmery gossamer that made his cape. As curious as she was, she didn't make a noise, but rather just allow her head to loom closer as her neck lowered to narrow the gap between the two.

"Would you be so kind as to accompany me?"

There was no reply, as Nysa figured. Calmly he entwined his arms behind his back before he began to move forward with even steps. With his posture and the pacing between the sounds of his heels hitting the floor, it seemed as if the lad had taken classes as a youngster. His form seemed to make a sweep around where the Odelian had arrived as he moved towards the trophy room.

The large white bird's neck swayed with his smooth movements before the rest of her body seemed to react. Following her neck, her plump body seemed to trundle forward as her little legs picked up the pace. Her head remained low as her neck remained loomed out, her teal eyes still rather fixated upon the cape. A couple times she attempted to n** at the cape, but much like before, her beak went through the cape without any incident. Her crest of feathers on her head ruffled up tall before she drew her head and neck back again to follow the knight in a slightly more upright position.

There was no sound in the hall save for Nysa's own feet as the 6-foot tall swan-like figure waddled after her Knight protector.

"We shall be turning shortly, Fleurette," he warned before turning to the resting quarters. Though his avian companion was a bit on the wide side for the doorway, she was able to make her way through due to her lack of a physical body.

When the lad stopped, he was standing before the recently cleaned painting of the Odelian now hanging on the wall. Fleurette stopped as well, her eyes now looking at the knight. She blinked, puzzled at the stop. It was such a wonderful walk they were having!

His eyes gazed to the side to meet her eyes, though he avoided direct contact in consideration of the bird's timid nature. "Do you mind if I compare the two of you?" His gloved hand gestured to the painting on the wall, which the Odelian's eyes followed the motion to see the stretch of canvas on the wall. Her head tilted as she attempted to figure out what she was looking at.

As the Odelian tried to make something out of the painting, Nysa's eyes drifted to the large avian again. She was such a curious bird. It almost seemed as if she was seeing things for the first time with how she acted at times. Almost like baby.

In a steady manner, his eyes drifted to the painting, now to compare the likeness to his companion. It was difficult to judge if the painting was specifically meant to be Fleurette, or if it was meant to be some other Odelian. It is not as if he had any other Odelians to compare Fleurette to. The only hint that he had was the eye color. With a couple glances back and forth, it seemed as if the colors were a match.

With an easy smile, he beckoned to the Odelian with a gentle "Fleurette?"

Upon hearing the name, the bird turned back to the Knight. Once more, the knight had his hand out, stretched towards her. However, this time she had he had it so his palm was facing the sky. Her crest of feathers seemed to settle down on her head before she closed her eyes and settled her head as best as she could upon the offered hand. Even though her head could have easily just passed through Nysa's gloved hand without a thought, she seemed to be carefully holding it in place as if she was letting him hold her.

"You are a sweet heart..." he uttered before her body once more took to that familiar glow as her form faded away.

He swore, it felt as if the breath had been stolen from his lungs as she disappeared.