Shen Huanglong
He Dun Fucked Up
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Yes. He surely had succeeded in his display of social aptitude if they were staring at him in awe. The stretch of time seemed excessive, though it bothered Shen not, for he knew he had succeeded. The girl with the unknown flag laughed, breaking the silence. Interesting, so his words were a method of humor used to instigate conversation? But what did she mean by 'good catch' and 'do svidanya'? Surely the former was a good thing considering the term 'good', and the latter was likely a method of bidding one farewell considering the following actions of the speaker.

And now it was just Shen and the little bird in front of him. She put her hand to her face in a way not unlike how Elder Jiang did when Shen spoke of his dreams of bringing the Huanglong to a new age of prosperity. In short: not a good thing. But was it to him, or her friend? Then she spoke.

Boom. 

Just like that, it all came crashing down. The little birdie had defeated the Yellow Dragon God with naught but a paragraph of words. The blazing fire in Shen's heart had been put out by a voice as cold and unrelenting as a winter blizzard. He had made a mistake, and now he was paying the price.

Shen looked down. He had to admit he was mentally trembling a little bit at the force of her gaze, though his stance revealed nothing. It looked like this little bird (who was actually taller than him what with 'before modern nutrition' vs 'physical modification' thing) had talons. 

"Err... Umm..."

No. Stop. Show remorse, but not fear. Speak with sincerity, and with no hesitation. Stand tall, child of the Huanglong. You have dishonored yourself twice today, no need to dishonor yourself further.

Shen bowed, hands at his side and gaze down. "No," he said, "I was not informed properly. I apologize for any disrespect. Forgive my impudence." He stayed low before her for a few more seconds before standing straight. "I am Huanglong Fai, or perhaps Fai Huanglong in the west," he introduced falsely,giving a second, lighter bow as greeting rather than apology, "Second-born and heir to the arts of my family."