All was quiet in the deep dark wood, the wonderers saw a Tunawa and the Tunawa looked… bonkers.
The wind howled and the trees swayed, their twisted and tortured faces matched by their tortured arm-like branches reaching out to the sky. For anyone local to Yaralon, these would not be the things of note around this unnerving forrest, no, that would be the 6 inch lunatic throwing himself from the tops of said branches, screeching and screaming profanities in near-indecipherable Tree Talk as he went.
“You’re not listening!” He twittered to the sky as he climbed nimbly back up the tree in whatever endeavour it was he was undertaking. “Here…!” He yelled as he thrust out a small morsel of some kind toward the sky, as if clearly repeating something for the hundredth time. “Yummy food! I jump, whistle, you come, catch me and get food!” The volume of his cries would appear to be intended to reach someone or something out of sight rather then in anger as he patiently prepared himself once more.
Knees bent… Arms readied… and… JUMP! Kanji let out a sharp screeching noise. It was piercing and as he thrust out the tasty bird-snack in-front of himself, this time there came a call in return and down from the sky swooped a Hawk. For those with sharp eyes, the Hawk would appear to be waring a little, purpose built, saddle.
The Hawk dropped in a dive and met the little wooden lunatic in mid air. It was almost a scene of pure synergy as the two met and the little man began to swing around to mount the bird… almost. Right up until the bird decided enough was enough, grabbed the small man and started flapping away with him in it’s claws as he chirped encouragement. “Ow. Um. No. Not me! The food! I’m supposed to be…” His flapping and flailing turned into flapping and falling as the Hawk lost interest in it’s ‘master’ and let him go.
Down he came. Down right into the path of the wonderers.
*THUMP* (Well… a *PAD* is a *THUMP* when you are 6 inches tall)
Kanji shook his head as he set up, pulling moss from under his bird-scull hat and adjusting his feathered coat (which was beginning to show more then a little sufferance for Kanji’s efforts)… Then he stopped, apparently frozen in place… “Oh… Hi. Me sorry.” He said in broken Common, without moving… “Me Kanji. Kanji Bird Rider. Nice to meet you?”