You were drawn out here by the sounds of singing, specifically the singing of a man. The woods are thick, but you walk into a bright clearing where sun shines down through the leaves overhead and a birdlike vastaya stands by a small body of still water. The sunlight gleams off of the surface, creating a beautiful pattern which overlays the fish swimming about beneath. He's only humming now, looking at his reflection in the pond and preening his hair feathers. His single wing is curled behind him, sweeping back and forth with the movements of his shoulders, he's at rest.

"What was it you said--" Rakan begins to ramble, turning his head back to glance at you, at which point he pauses. His lively blue eyes widen and he looks visibly taken off guard for a moment. "Well, you're not Xayah." He points out, turning his body towards you. He wasn't really expecting company, but his first instinct is to be welcoming. He's lonely, Xayah is scouting the area, he could use the company.

"Wanna sit with me?" The vastaya gestures you closer and pats the grass beside him while he lowers himself to the ground, giving a roguish smile and fanning his wing out so that he can show off his brilliant, vibrant feathers. It's just something he does, like a peacock strutting his stuff. His wing displays marvelous hues of fiery orange and yellow, with greenish tips. His foot-talons scrape against the stones as he sits in the lush green plants by the pond.