[center][color=662d91][h1][b]Menzai Isanami [/b][/h1][/color] 

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He could only nod in agreement to her statement with his head shifting slightly towards her direction."[color=662d91] Yes, such as it is for any outsider attempting to learn and understand the culture and politics unknown to them. Yet, I am in no rush and so can take my time in studying the mannerism and habits of humans with this festival proving optimal opportunity for such.[/color]" Again the wolf gave a nod of his head after hearing the analogy exemplifying his own musing of the festival's purpose. 

This had proven to be a beneficial conversation with him gleaning some details on how humans spent their time albeit partial. To garner more, he simply needed to experience the festive events himself and plans to do so after the pair finished with the safe delivery of these flowers. 

So much to learn and research regarding humans and the outside world though he was free to go about it at his pace; free to  enjoy himself as he did so. And even within the village, Menzai had always been one of the more perspective kins, catching and noticing things that well trained and astute eyes might fail to see. 

His eyes; sharper than a hawk, filled with curiosity and mystique and always shifting to take in as much of the world around him. A gaze that took in the shape, color, size of everything that came into view in search of understanding or to find any irregularities for to him all things carried a story and at times told more than what words could convey. If not for such an observant eye, he would certainly have missed Alina's sudden strange action. 

One that lasted for the briefest of a second; witnessing her body freezing as if his statement of observation took her off-guard and caused a momentary shutdown. It was peculiar to get such a reaction from simply stating her lack of interest in the festival prompting him to raise an eyebrow in an curious manner. Choosing not to push the matter, however and hoped that would be the end of it so that they could continue discussion on the surrounding event.

To his dismay, the redheaded woman instead began telling him personal details of her past. He took in a slow deep breath to keep from sighing as a part of him regretting mentioning his observation as he should of known doing so lead to these kind of personal talk. Since as a child he held an aversion over hearing others talk about their personal life or problems with the only two special exceptions being back home. Still, he was always taught to be respectful and as such made sure to listen to every word while keeping any sign of disinterest in his expression taking an effort. 

Waiting for her to finish as any respectful person might do before choosing to chime in." [color=662d91]So a family of merchants? Quite understandable why one of such upbringing such as yours gain a dislike or disdain towards big festive events that draws in big crowds of people. Having to endure waves of customers with some being less than savory at times that its no wonder such a lifestyle drains away at you.[/color]" Tilting his head slightly while his right hand rose to lightly stroke at his chin to show he was pondering over what she told him while his eyes studied her over; searching for any signs that may tell him her story to be true. He wasn't doing so out of suspicions as he had no grounds or reason to do so but after learning she was brought up by merchants, something about it being off tugged at his mind though considered it to simply be nerves with traveling and being alone with a human for the first time.

And as if to make matters worse, Alina was now asking for some personal stories of his own making the struggle to keep his eyebrow or corners of his mouth from twitching rather difficult." [color=662d91]Yes, I have been told that my eyes put even the sharpest hawk to shame, Ms. Bloomfield. An attribute I am personally proud of while others of my village would tell you to be bothersome and invasive.[/color]" A slight frown creased the corners of his eyes." [color=662d91]Though I have to say in regards to having interesting stories that you would be wrong, Ms. Bloomfield. As I can attest to having no interesting stories, at least none that would interest save but for those who hold a great interest towards the learning and studies of magic.[/color]" Taking a moment to cough against his fist to clear his throat then slipped the hand back within hiding of the long sleeves folded across his chest."[color=662d91] I am thankful in your understanding, however as it is true that I can not speak of my clan's secrets and as such only fair I do not delve into such topics considered off-limits...unless given permission that is.[/color]"

" [color=662d91]And I must state now that I am not one to talk about myself much...though will mention that I came from a caring and supportive family. Parents of which who were not happy or approving of my decision towards becoming a scholar but still accepted and helped me whenever needed.[/color]" For a moment he gazed off into the forest; lost in thought as he briefly recalled the image of his parents shocked expression upon telling them his intention to set out into the open world. He blinked a few times to brush away the image before turning his attention forward once more." [color=662d91]A life that involved countless research and preparations on humans and magic eventually leading me here traveling here besides you. Like I said, my past holds very little of interest though living as a scholar and joining fenixtear could certainly change that.[/color] "