Meadowlark Prairie ojirojika

Lullaren’s head tilted curiously to the side, the young man’s tail giving a happy breeze from side to side to try and encourage the woman to settle.

Oh dear, he’d really made a mess of it by sprawling out in this field, hm?

Akashingo, you say? His head tilted towards said mesa, watching it curiously, before dual eyes found her again, flashing a charming smile.

I come from everywhere and nowhere at once, I’m afraid. He swept down into a courtly bow, every bit as dramatic as he’d always been.

Lullaren Dubois, Great Bard, charmed to meet you.