Vanitas had wandered around the area, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to figure out what was going on. His black wings felt weird on his back, wind running through his feathers. It was relaxing at the same time though. Having sat down to take a break, he was suddenly struck with... he supposed he could call it inspiration. Turning to gaze at someone he held his head higher, a mischievous look to his face. “The part of the bird that is not in the sky, which can swim in the ocean and always stay dry. If you can answer this riddle, perhaps I’ll allow you a request~”
The strangest thing was he had no knowledge of knowing this riddle prior... but now with this form not only did he know of it... he knew the answer as if it was instinctual! How peculiar...













