#promiscuousintellect

Agnes' face broke out into a grin as she noticed the green-haired male from the corner of her eye, her face lighting up immediately. "What's up?!" She hopped on over to him and giggled. "Golly, you must like the color green, don'chu? Who're you? Wanna be my friend?"

"Just what in Heaven's name is going on outside?"  Blood red sclera with white irises fractionally narrowed. It was evident that Gojun did not appreciate unwanted noise unless it was absolutely necessary, like someone dying.

She's been sleeping near villages for some time now - somehow, it makes her feel more at ease to hear the faint sound of mortal life somewhere in the background of her mostly lonesome existence.  But she's not complaining: she chooses this solitary life, as do most demons.  The ones who know better than to get too involved with humans, in any case. It's not sympathy or love which brings her to the humans on this day, but the echoes of yelling crackling through the afternoon sun and a boredom that's reached its limit.  "You there!  What do you want with our village?!" She hovers overhead on her feather, watching amused as the humans surround a foreign character.  It's been a good, long while since she's scared some mortals, though, and this opportunity is almost too sweet to miss.  Swiftly, she descends from the skies to land directly in front of the villagers' quarry, her fan raised up to her shoulder and slowly allowing gravity to pull it open.  "My, my, aren't we rowdy today?" "It's a demon!"  Now instead of aggravated, the villagers sound downright frightened.  "Run back to the main village!  We need to call the soldiers to handle this one!" She turns her head, to look behind her, giving the foreigner a rather indiscernible look.  "If you don't want these guys to bother you anymore, I suggest you come in the forest with me.  I'd rather not have to spill any mortal blood this afternoon."