Can you imagine what it's like to be eaten? Ryja can, because she knows. She knows everyone who was at the feast, faces memorized in the brief period of lucidity between the end and Tarantulas' rampage. She wants each of them to know it wasn't their fault, and that she has no ill will.
But still. Receiving a dinner invitation from one of them? Unexpected, to say the least. However, very little breaks Ryja Featherfist's stride. And by comparison to everything she's experienced... this, she can do. She does, however, make sure to get her next mask to wearable standard. Thinner than the last one, smoother. The 'eyes' are just barely done being polished to a slight sheen.
She shows up exactly on time, of course, having left the inn 'when it felt right,' and followed her instincts to arrive in the right place.
Her reply mentioned she will eat much of what any human will, with a preference for meat. Viera are hunters, after all. And if there is coffee, she will sing Deirdre's praises to the heavens.
Conspicuous Consumption
Can you imagine what it's like to be eaten? Ryja can, because she knows. She knows everyone who was at the feast, faces memorized in the brief period of lucidity between the end and Tarantulas' rampage. She wants each of them to know it wasn't their fault, and that she has no ill will.
But still. Receiving a dinner invitation from one of them? Unexpected, to say the least. However, very little breaks Ryja Featherfist's stride. And by comparison to everything she's experienced... this, she can do. She does, however, make sure to get her next mask to wearable standard. Thinner than the last one, smoother. The 'eyes' are just barely done being polished to a slight sheen.
She shows up exactly on time, of course, having left the inn 'when it felt right,' and followed her instincts to arrive in the right place.
Her reply mentioned she will eat much of what any human will, with a preference for meat. Viera are hunters, after all. And if there is coffee, she will sing Deirdre's praises to the heavens.