[...Huh. Curious little thing, isn't it. Asch watches it chirp and scamper around, lifting a brow, but saying nothing. Initially his first instinct was to assume that it might attack, and he'd been regretting not bringing his sword with him, but apparently it was a peaceful monster of some sort. He tilts his head, watching the circular motions it's making, but says nothing; it doesn't seem to communicate with words.]
Oct. 10, evening