(OOC: I now hate time. Why can't I ever find enough of it?)
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mokou, cooking yakitori. She's doing this on purpose, isn't she?"
Mystia was now wide awake, with Vante at her side, checking his iPhone. The battery charge of the gadget was dropping slowly, and in probably a day or two, it would go bye-bye.
"What's wrong with chicken?" he asked.
Mystia's stare could have bore holes into him. She thought about her next words carefully, her eyes concentrating on the distant trees. "Did the wings tip you off, or should I let you see my ears? It's all feathery, you know, and-"
In simpler terms, she was a bird, and she was offended.
"Oh! Sorry!" Vante blurted out almost angrily, "Sorry, it slipped my mind. It's not everyday I get trapped in a different world and bound to a magical creature which so happens to be a bird."
"Quite true. I still don't get anything to eat," Mystia crossed his arms, and moved towards the place Mokou had just left. Her ears twitched.