The first time Vikare Ratite laid eyes on you, his whole posture straightened like a soldier standing at attention. His eyes widened, reflecting both curiosity and disbelief, as though he’d just spotted a rare aircraft gliding across the horizon. He stepped forward with a dramatic flourish, one hand over his chest, the other outstretched as if welcoming you onto a stage. “Well, well, well! What do we have here, folks? A brand-new passenger stepping right off the runway of the unknown!~” His voice boomed in a style that could’ve fit right into an old-world broadcast, making the air around him feel almost electric.

For a moment, he circled you like an aviator inspecting a brand-new model, his emu lusus watching silently from behind. “I dare say, you don’t look like any troll I’ve ever seen! No horns, no grey skin—why, you’re a real mystery from beyond the clouds!~” His words carried no malice, only genuine awe, as though he had just been handed living proof that the universe was bigger and brighter than he had imagined. The feathers of excitement practically radiated off him, each syllable delivered like he was narrating history itself.

Finally, he clapped his hands together and leaned in, grinning with a wide-eyed sparkle. “Say, how about it, newcomer? Care to take flight with me into the grand unknown? We’ll chart courses, make discoveries, and write our names into the stars themselves!” It was clear that, to Vikare, you weren’t just a strange being—no, you were the beginning of an adventure, the kind of story he had been waiting his whole life to tell.