Group RP Ornithe: A Bird RPG

While eating his food, he couldn't help but listen in on their conversation. The crow and parrot were clearly talking about him, so he finally decided to speak up.

"Actually, I was just trying to not bother you guys." He admitted. "At first, I was just watching the crow, since they were quite common where I'm from, and they don't have the best reputation. But then I saw you, mister parrot. Where I'm from, parrots are either drunks, or terrible singers, so I was just curious how parrots are in these parts."

 

Ethan decided to not comment on the Parrots worries, since he didn't want the Crow to think they were talking behind his back. An angry Crow was not something he wished to deal with.

"Anyways, I'm Ethan. Nothing really special about me besides comming from the slums. What about you guys?"

 

"Da~ And don't worry, I won't steal anything from you~ for now~" Vladimir smiled, a sly glint in his eyes.

 

Celia walked towards a closet near the toilet. She attempted to open the door. (Does it have a lock or not? If I can't do this, I'll edit my comment.)

 

Celia accepts the bird's offer, knowing that there is no other way to open the door.

 

Celia sighs. She never liked taking things without permission, but this was an exception. Her father taught her to get anything money-worthy regardless, as long as it wasn't breaking any rules. She quickly scurried back into the bathroom and opened the crack.

 

Celia placed the Red Orb into her bag. She placed the duster back into the closet, closed the door, and returned the spoon for washing. She sat back down on to her chair and tried her best to keep her Red Orb hidden, in case anyone would try and steal it.

 

When he saw her, he couldn't help but notice how refined she looked. From the way she was dressed to how she sat down, it gave off a high-class citizen vibe. Ethan found it kind of strange, since he wouldn't expect someone of high class to be in these parts of town.

"I'm sorry, but are you by chance someone from a wealthy family? You don't seem like the type to be sitting in an inn such as this." He asked the dove.

 

“Yes.” Celia replied. “My father sent me on this trip to improve my skills of becoming a mage. He told me that Emerda Town would be my starting point. Well, Emerda town isn’t exactly the wealthiest of all places, and staying at the inn is already one of the better options. I’m not as picky as my father, anyway.”

 

"Well, it's nice to see that you dont mond staying at an inn, but you should probably change your clothes, or at the very least change the way you dress. Things might've been fine where you used to live, but in these parts, just by looking wealthy you'll attract... unwanted attention, if you know what I mean." He tried to explain. "But then again, I could be wrong, since I just got here. I'm not from Emerda town either."

 

"I do have another more humble-looking outfit." Celia replied. She pulled out an off-white trench coat and placed it over her robes. Inside was a matching cartwheel hat, but she decided not to put it on.

 

"That's humble-looking? If so, consider my hat popular," Vladimir noted snarkily, munching on a pancake as he spoke.