Even after going through all of the introductory speeches from the Bridge workers and being given a key to his room, Naesala was still rather put-off by this entire affair. This wasn't where he needed to be, if indeed he needed to be anywhere at all. He couldn't decide which part of that bothered him the most, but finding that he had a new magical tattoo was turning his mood sour all on its own.
While Naesala did poke his head into the room he was assigned, he didn't stay there long. The very next thing he did was to step outside of the Dreaming Bridge and spread his wings. Lifting himself off of the ground, Naesala flew high enough to perch on the roof of the building to get a good look at his surroundings - the larger, unfamiliar buildings in the distance and the festival spread out below, packed to the brim with unfamiliar kinds of people.
After he's gotten his fill of the sight, Naesala steps off of the roof, gliding back to the ground with occasional flaps of his wings. If there's anyone else standing near the Bridge's entrance, he doesn't seem particularly bothered by having his landing zone blocked - he still easily lands on his feet nearby, wings folding behind his back once more.
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Even after going through all of the introductory speeches from the Bridge workers and being given a key to his room, Naesala was still rather put-off by this entire affair. This wasn't where he needed to be, if indeed he needed to be anywhere at all. He couldn't decide which part of that bothered him the most, but finding that he had a new magical tattoo was turning his mood sour all on its own.
While Naesala did poke his head into the room he was assigned, he didn't stay there long. The very next thing he did was to step outside of the Dreaming Bridge and spread his wings. Lifting himself off of the ground, Naesala flew high enough to perch on the roof of the building to get a good look at his surroundings - the larger, unfamiliar buildings in the distance and the festival spread out below, packed to the brim with unfamiliar kinds of people.
After he's gotten his fill of the sight, Naesala steps off of the roof, gliding back to the ground with occasional flaps of his wings. If there's anyone else standing near the Bridge's entrance, he doesn't seem particularly bothered by having his landing zone blocked - he still easily lands on his feet nearby, wings folding behind his back once more.