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( such was the difference in how they approached the world at large after their similar-yet-different self-imposed isolations. if he had been entangled in the mortal world by some other way than the trouble he had gotten himself into in Pei City, he thinks that perhaps he would not have approached it with such good faith and gentle curiosity. after all, this is the world of men that the rest of his people had perished in, each and every one turning to bone in the instant their life came to an end. it was also the selfsame world in which their memories were either callously forgotten or churlishly denigrated, either cursed or defamed, regardless of the selflessness of their efforts to help those mortals that they had felt called to. he had kept walls around his heart which felt tall and sturdy as he had tried to solve the mystery of that city, but the good and earnest nature of the people he had met there had managed to slip within them regardless. even jiu niangzi, as misguided as she was, had ultimately been motivated by her desire to help others, to be a xiangrui for them in the way that her mother had been so many years ago.
humans are complicated. he had thought his distaste for them confirmed when they had insisted on putting him in chains for the strange happenings that he himself was trying to solve for them, thinking of all the similar circumstances he had read in the bones of his people. but after he had escaped, he had watched those foreign travelers endeavor so hard to save their fellows, and even the officials of that city had apologized to him graciously once the error of their ways was discovered. their lives are short. he is no longer certain they can be fully blamed for the conclusions they jump to, without the context and frame of time and wisdom to guide them.
what he says makes sense, even though he’d never thought about it much himself. were his thoughts to dive deep, he would rather swim the depths of song, music, poetry, arcane divination… he hadn’t thought much of games, for the reason he ends up voicing to kurama. )
Personally, I had always seen them as little more than a way to pass the time. But… you are right. I can see that they might encourage one to do what they might typically not, and not to mention put together those who might otherwise not have spent that time in one another’s company.
( it makes him feel rather foolish to have thought of them for so long as something so simple, so foolish in and of itself. no, there was more to it than that, just as there was more to people, to the complicated weave of their lives in the mortal world. it was hard to see that from his mountain, sometimes. )
A harmless game played under the pressure of a severe wager… or a harsh game played for something trite or mundane. Which is worse, I wonder.
[Getian can't see the way Kurama briefly bristles at the simplicity of his original thoughts. It's not anger at the other so much as the simple bristle of something he loves not being properly appreciated. Just a way to pass time... certainly, he had passed time with games. He had buried himself in them for years and ignored the world outside. That wasn't the fault of the games, though, that fault laid clearly on himself.]
[Thankfully, the gentle bird follows up almost immediately with understanding so Kurama doesn't linger long in his anger. It's almost funny how quickly the furrow in his brow forms and then melts away. All this theater of his expression is completely absent for Getian, blindfolded, and maybe that's for the best. The god might be embarrassed if it were to be commented on, after all. If he can't have the security of his home then he can at least have his dignity.]
Playing a game with a stranger is certainly a better way to get to know one another than, say, drinking excessively...
[There's some disdain in his voice for certain heavy-drinking colleagues of himself. Anyone who met those gods deep in drink would certainly have a bad impressing. Although, Kanata and Kai could also be sore losers. Well, gratefully neither of those two were left here to ruin their divine reputations (or further, in Kai's case).]
It depends what you mean by "harsh," [he steps back over to where Getian waits,]
I certainly don't mind a difficult game. Something with excessive strain, perhaps? Ah, please be ready for the next touch.
[Kurama does pause his speaking for touching the warm towel to the other's skin. He carefully pulls his hand along the other's skin, from the collarbone down along the sternum. While he wrung most of the water out as to not be sopping wet, a few rivulets of water do end up going down the length of the Getian's torso.]
( he’d wanted to truthfully frame his relative ignorance in the subject, but he also hadn’t wanted to be dismissive. prior to leaving his mountain, getian would have thought that he had accumulated a vast measure of wealth in his own interest over the centuries. that was perhaps true… after a fashion. but leaving his people’s mountain and also becoming a refugee to time itself, finding himself displaced in an era vastly different to his own—he’d rapidly discovered that his knowledge was instead a deep, though admittedly narrow, cut into the body of what all was there to know. it had been an alienating discovery, at first. he’d slowly grown to think of it as an opportunity, though, to expand his own horizons. this personal journey was not so different from what he has gone through here, slowly adjusting to the demands that the Golden Peacock has of its guests.
to kurama’s comment, he hums in seeming agreement. )
It has always seemed to me that people drink to escape themselves. ( he pauses, thoughtful. ) That is certainly not conducive to becoming more familiar with one another.
( getian had been absolutely sloshed when the Foundation had captured him, but that hadn’t really been his fault. he had been totally clueless that that grain had been drenched in liquor…
but he seems to second-guess himself. ) That having been said, I have seen it bring together people as well.
( jiu niangzi had brought together most of Pei City in the evenings, entertaining them with the liquors she brewed; he had only watched this from his perch in the tree on the inn’s grounds, but spirits had seemed high. stories, songs, and laughter had rung loudly throughout the courtyard. )
Perhaps. That, or one that bears great risk.
( still blindfolded, he nods that he’s prepared for the next round.
even with that, he still starts ever-so-slightly at the touch of the wetted cloth just beneath his neck, tracing downwards along the midline of his chest. this one is not very difficult either, but it was fascinating in its own ways. )
Somehow, it is still surprising to me that warm water can be so conveniently obtained, even though I have been in places for some time now where that is the case.
( otherwise, he would have been surprised to feel something made hot or warm by water without smelling a fire burning nearby. indoor plumbing is a hell of a thing when you’re from the ninth century! )
This type of cloth… what was it called, ( the specific term escapes him for a moment. he is silent, then hums a few notes, trying to remember the tones that pieced together to form the musicality of the word that he’d heard when he’d worn a similar cloth over his head as a makeshift veil the first time he’d awoken in the Golden Peacock. ) It would be a… “towel,” yes?
[It is interesting to hear Getian's more halting words. It's as if he takes each concept and turns it over in his head, reading the little details and making evaluations as things became known to him. It is far more malleable. Despite Kurama's association to the wind he could often be too grounded in his own thoughts and truths. Getian's comments seem to swirl like a leaf in the wind.]
Well, I have attended a few drinking parties. [His tone doesn't make it clear if he enjoyed them or not. Any dinner with Kai was inevitably a drinking party on one side. Now that the Azuman gods had been meeting more often that usually devolved into a drinking party as well.]
I would say the party is more important to the sense of togetherness than the drink itself. It is a time for exceptional behavior.
[Like him attending a party at all.]
[The matter of a risky game becomes eclipsed by the jolt of the other's body beneath the towel. The brief surprise melts into another observation, one that he's able to acknowledge. The room being in an Azuman style meant he also hadn't taken in the whole wonder of indoor plumbing. It helped that there wasn't just a faucet to deal with.]
Yes, it's a towel soaked in warm water, [he affirms.]
Have you ever had the pleasure of a hot spring? Although- I can't say if a lengthy soak would be good for your feathers. May I touch them?
[Within the context of the game he would put his hands where he willed. This was for his own curiosity, though, and quite a forward thing to just do without consulting the other.]
( getian has known kurama less than an hour, but it would be evident enough by just the tone of his voice that even if he had attended such parties, he likely hadn’t done so willingly or happily. it makes him wonder just what, then, was the impetus—if it was something from within or without. likely the latter.
he can’t say he’s ever willingly attended a party, let alone one specifically built around drinking. he has watched them from afar, though. festivals and holidays and celebrations of the mortals who built their cities on the plains. they had cheered, sang, and drank all through the night, after jiu niangzi had jumped the broken bridge and called upon the Gods of Shètí to answer the questions and prayers of those gathered for the Dùshuò Festival. it had seemed a tragic shame for the townspeople to indulge in drink, with the young innkeeper not there to serve that which she had brewed herself—even if it was she that had caused all the trouble in Pei City to begin with… )
One would hope. ( there is a wry laughter implied in his words. ) If a party is but an excuse to drink, that is altogether a different issue.
( like arcanum, getian has seen alcohol used to good and bad ends. the secret would seem to him to be balance and temperance in all things.
he smiles as he hears he’s guessed right once again. he’s not a particularly competitive bird, but there is joy in success, nonetheless. )
I know of them, though, no, I have not visited one myself.
( kurama is likely right about a longer soak most likely not being good for his plumage. he isn’t in any way waterfowl, after all; his feathers are not meant to repel water and might be damaged by it, if immersed for too long. )
If you wish. ( he only has a vague idea of where kurama is standing, so he half-extends a wing, allowing him to touch. they are soft and well-kept. ) You may also want to wash your hand afterward, just in case any wing dust rubs off on you.
[Kurama manages to project a certain image. While certain negative traits of his are hidden, some are front and center. It's good that Getian can already tell that Kurama's attentions are not given often and freely.]
Hm, a shame. It's quite relaxing, after all. [Kurama isn't immune to the comfort of a good soak. He prefers to soak alone but that isn't too difficult to get if he minds his timing. The innkeeper is also more than happy to make minor allowances for gods. Luckily he did not need to be threatened into doing some.]
Your consideration isn't needed. [a beat while the wing has been extended, realizing he's perhaps misstep in his speech,]
Rather, I'm quite familiar with feathers. [He reaches to rub his hand over the top ridge, bringing them down to feel how the feathers are layered over one another. When his fingers play over the surface he can tell how they reflect the light slightly differently. The further down the closer they seem to the muted, easily-camoflauged feathers of the Autumn Village region tengu.]
And I'm not so uncouth as to go too deep with someone I've just met!
[... into his feathers, that is. That's obvious, right.]
I believe you. Humans certainly seem to enjoy them.
( but a bird is not always going to enjoy the same things that humans do. though he does feel some fledgling kinship with kurama, it’s still true that the man is not quite as feathered as getian is—at least, not in this particular form, anyway. he’d be able to enjoy something like a hot spring far easier than getian could… though, perhaps he could still enjoy something similar in his own way. maybe he could rest in a tree above a hot spring, so he could enjoy the warmth of the steam… or a sauna might give him that same sensation without the trouble.
getian nods, his mien conciliatory. ) Of course. My apologies. ( he lapses into a brief moment of thoughtful silence. ) I have been speaking too often with humans of late. They are very curious, though they lack the same understanding and caution.
( it does feel nice, though. lacking beaks, his own people had typically preened and maintained their feathers by manipulating tools with their telekinesis skills. that is so much more impersonal, though, than fingers running through the different, topmost layers of his feathers. it’s unique, pleasant—almost ticklish.
getian chuckles. ) Yes… One would expect to have been courting for at least a little while before becoming familiar with their covert feathers.
[The hot spring was the best part of Summer Village by far. While the beach's sun was sweltering, left him sweaty, and the salt water got in his feathers... the hot spring was simple and relaxing. He would certainly like to be enjoying that sensation once again. Although if a hot spring were offered here he can't imagine it being nearly as serene or relaxing. This place, with its neon and bustle, would find some way to ruin it, surely. Even if this room suggested a certain degree of ambiance.]
It is important to be clear with humans. [Kurama nods in agreement.]
And some people are, [a pause, a sigh,] quite touchy.
[While he avoided most of that from humans, he knows that even within gods there was a certain range of personal space. He avoided it from most individuals. Only Kai was the type to really push past his personal boundaries... or Ulalaka once she had passed ten drinks. Without both divine protection and his own personality as a deterrent he might be victim to just as much touchiness.]
... but, yes, I can tell these wouldn't take well to water. They are quite nice. From the look of these wings I can imagine the trees of your home.
Even before coming to this place, I noticed… The boundaries of “personal space” seem to matter little to a human or arcanist, once their curiosity is piqued.
( of course, when it came to those on the Timekeeper’s team who lived in the Suitcase along with him, theirs had been a more bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, innocent sort of fascination. getian was, after all, very unique for an arcanist; most others were physically human, though there were those who were animals or Awakened objects or even individuals who did not fall into any particular classification. he was just one rarity among many, which had been something of a relief.
fielding such interest here in the Golden Peacock is more stressful. not only does he face undue attention because of what he is, said attention is also rarely innocent. the things some of these people say to him… oh, they’re fit to scandalize an old man such as himself. )
Though it is much worse here, yes.
( he pauses for a moment, processing what kurama said, before emitting a sound of interest. )
Oh? You are able to tell such a thing from my wings alone?
( an altogether different sort of bone reading, in its own way… )
If that is the case, I have to wonder if they are any different from those of my kin who were older than myself. ( he pauses a moment before he realizes it would probably be useful to supply, ) They migrated, in order to escape war. I was the first Getian to be born in our new home on the Great Plains.
[Kurama is spared most basic curiosity due to his position. The children, with their underdeveloped sense of social norms, are usually who he has to field questions from. He tries to carefully steer them onto the path of politeness and make sure they become proper adults who don't ask such intrusive questions.]
[None of those skills will help him here. He doesn't have the status of god to defend him and the people asking questions aren't innocent children.]
[Getian brings up his kin. There's a little moment in the back of his mind, some hurt he doesn't process. They have a strange, fleeting connection here but Getian does still have some link to family. Even if that family has dwindled down, moved, become something different, it's something Kurama can no longer say he shares with the tengu in Autumn Fields. That hurt is quickly smothered. So, the trees these wings were meant to match may no longer be standing. They may be decimated by weapons and fire and these wings are the last remnant of them for some time.]
As the first, I imagine you share a pattern with those kin. [Feathers that were a remnant of another time, that would eventually be out of "style" among the birds of the plains.]
Eventually certain things will become more frequent or infrequent. Either due to an advantage or simple choice of style.
[This bird does Not understand natural selection, really, but certain feather colors were a disadvantage for ambushing or made it more likely to attract a lover... n- not that anything like that applied to him.]
I think it's a good color. It's different from the land I hail from but I can see the beauty in it nonetheless.
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humans are complicated. he had thought his distaste for them confirmed when they had insisted on putting him in chains for the strange happenings that he himself was trying to solve for them, thinking of all the similar circumstances he had read in the bones of his people. but after he had escaped, he had watched those foreign travelers endeavor so hard to save their fellows, and even the officials of that city had apologized to him graciously once the error of their ways was discovered. their lives are short. he is no longer certain they can be fully blamed for the conclusions they jump to, without the context and frame of time and wisdom to guide them.
what he says makes sense, even though he’d never thought about it much himself. were his thoughts to dive deep, he would rather swim the depths of song, music, poetry, arcane divination… he hadn’t thought much of games, for the reason he ends up voicing to kurama. )
Personally, I had always seen them as little more than a way to pass the time. But… you are right. I can see that they might encourage one to do what they might typically not, and not to mention put together those who might otherwise not have spent that time in one another’s company.
( it makes him feel rather foolish to have thought of them for so long as something so simple, so foolish in and of itself. no, there was more to it than that, just as there was more to people, to the complicated weave of their lives in the mortal world. it was hard to see that from his mountain, sometimes. )
A harmless game played under the pressure of a severe wager… or a harsh game played for something trite or mundane. Which is worse, I wonder.
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[Thankfully, the gentle bird follows up almost immediately with understanding so Kurama doesn't linger long in his anger. It's almost funny how quickly the furrow in his brow forms and then melts away. All this theater of his expression is completely absent for Getian, blindfolded, and maybe that's for the best. The god might be embarrassed if it were to be commented on, after all. If he can't have the security of his home then he can at least have his dignity.]
Playing a game with a stranger is certainly a better way to get to know one another than, say, drinking excessively...
[There's some disdain in his voice for certain heavy-drinking colleagues of himself. Anyone who met those gods deep in drink would certainly have a bad impressing. Although, Kanata and Kai could also be sore losers. Well, gratefully neither of those two were left here to ruin their divine reputations (or further, in Kai's case).]
It depends what you mean by "harsh," [he steps back over to where Getian waits,]
I certainly don't mind a difficult game. Something with excessive strain, perhaps? Ah, please be ready for the next touch.
[Kurama does pause his speaking for touching the warm towel to the other's skin. He carefully pulls his hand along the other's skin, from the collarbone down along the sternum. While he wrung most of the water out as to not be sopping wet, a few rivulets of water do end up going down the length of the Getian's torso.]
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to kurama’s comment, he hums in seeming agreement. )
It has always seemed to me that people drink to escape themselves. ( he pauses, thoughtful. ) That is certainly not conducive to becoming more familiar with one another.
( getian had been absolutely sloshed when the Foundation had captured him, but that hadn’t really been his fault. he had been totally clueless that that grain had been drenched in liquor…
but he seems to second-guess himself. ) That having been said, I have seen it bring together people as well.
( jiu niangzi had brought together most of Pei City in the evenings, entertaining them with the liquors she brewed; he had only watched this from his perch in the tree on the inn’s grounds, but spirits had seemed high. stories, songs, and laughter had rung loudly throughout the courtyard. )
Perhaps. That, or one that bears great risk.
( still blindfolded, he nods that he’s prepared for the next round.
even with that, he still starts ever-so-slightly at the touch of the wetted cloth just beneath his neck, tracing downwards along the midline of his chest. this one is not very difficult either, but it was fascinating in its own ways. )
Somehow, it is still surprising to me that warm water can be so conveniently obtained, even though I have been in places for some time now where that is the case.
( otherwise, he would have been surprised to feel something made hot or warm by water without smelling a fire burning nearby. indoor plumbing is a hell of a thing when you’re from the ninth century! )
This type of cloth… what was it called, ( the specific term escapes him for a moment. he is silent, then hums a few notes, trying to remember the tones that pieced together to form the musicality of the word that he’d heard when he’d worn a similar cloth over his head as a makeshift veil the first time he’d awoken in the Golden Peacock. ) It would be a… “towel,” yes?
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Well, I have attended a few drinking parties. [His tone doesn't make it clear if he enjoyed them or not. Any dinner with Kai was inevitably a drinking party on one side. Now that the Azuman gods had been meeting more often that usually devolved into a drinking party as well.]
I would say the party is more important to the sense of togetherness than the drink itself. It is a time for exceptional behavior.
[Like him attending a party at all.]
[The matter of a risky game becomes eclipsed by the jolt of the other's body beneath the towel. The brief surprise melts into another observation, one that he's able to acknowledge. The room being in an Azuman style meant he also hadn't taken in the whole wonder of indoor plumbing. It helped that there wasn't just a faucet to deal with.]
Yes, it's a towel soaked in warm water, [he affirms.]
Have you ever had the pleasure of a hot spring? Although- I can't say if a lengthy soak would be good for your feathers. May I touch them?
[Within the context of the game he would put his hands where he willed. This was for his own curiosity, though, and quite a forward thing to just do without consulting the other.]
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he can’t say he’s ever willingly attended a party, let alone one specifically built around drinking. he has watched them from afar, though. festivals and holidays and celebrations of the mortals who built their cities on the plains. they had cheered, sang, and drank all through the night, after jiu niangzi had jumped the broken bridge and called upon the Gods of Shètí to answer the questions and prayers of those gathered for the Dùshuò Festival. it had seemed a tragic shame for the townspeople to indulge in drink, with the young innkeeper not there to serve that which she had brewed herself—even if it was she that had caused all the trouble in Pei City to begin with… )
One would hope. ( there is a wry laughter implied in his words. ) If a party is but an excuse to drink, that is altogether a different issue.
( like arcanum, getian has seen alcohol used to good and bad ends. the secret would seem to him to be balance and temperance in all things.
he smiles as he hears he’s guessed right once again. he’s not a particularly competitive bird, but there is joy in success, nonetheless. )
I know of them, though, no, I have not visited one myself.
( kurama is likely right about a longer soak most likely not being good for his plumage. he isn’t in any way waterfowl, after all; his feathers are not meant to repel water and might be damaged by it, if immersed for too long. )
If you wish. ( he only has a vague idea of where kurama is standing, so he half-extends a wing, allowing him to touch. they are soft and well-kept. ) You may also want to wash your hand afterward, just in case any wing dust rubs off on you.
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Hm, a shame. It's quite relaxing, after all. [Kurama isn't immune to the comfort of a good soak. He prefers to soak alone but that isn't too difficult to get if he minds his timing. The innkeeper is also more than happy to make minor allowances for gods. Luckily he did not need to be threatened into doing some.]
Your consideration isn't needed. [a beat while the wing has been extended, realizing he's perhaps misstep in his speech,]
Rather, I'm quite familiar with feathers. [He reaches to rub his hand over the top ridge, bringing them down to feel how the feathers are layered over one another. When his fingers play over the surface he can tell how they reflect the light slightly differently. The further down the closer they seem to the muted, easily-camoflauged feathers of the Autumn Village region tengu.]
And I'm not so uncouth as to go too deep with someone I've just met!
[... into his feathers, that is. That's obvious, right.]
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( but a bird is not always going to enjoy the same things that humans do. though he does feel some fledgling kinship with kurama, it’s still true that the man is not quite as feathered as getian is—at least, not in this particular form, anyway. he’d be able to enjoy something like a hot spring far easier than getian could… though, perhaps he could still enjoy something similar in his own way. maybe he could rest in a tree above a hot spring, so he could enjoy the warmth of the steam… or a sauna might give him that same sensation without the trouble.
getian nods, his mien conciliatory. ) Of course. My apologies. ( he lapses into a brief moment of thoughtful silence. ) I have been speaking too often with humans of late. They are very curious, though they lack the same understanding and caution.
( it does feel nice, though. lacking beaks, his own people had typically preened and maintained their feathers by manipulating tools with their telekinesis skills. that is so much more impersonal, though, than fingers running through the different, topmost layers of his feathers. it’s unique, pleasant—almost ticklish.
getian chuckles. ) Yes… One would expect to have been courting for at least a little while before becoming familiar with their covert feathers.
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It is important to be clear with humans. [Kurama nods in agreement.]
And some people are, [a pause, a sigh,] quite touchy.
[While he avoided most of that from humans, he knows that even within gods there was a certain range of personal space. He avoided it from most individuals. Only Kai was the type to really push past his personal boundaries... or Ulalaka once she had passed ten drinks. Without both divine protection and his own personality as a deterrent he might be victim to just as much touchiness.]
... but, yes, I can tell these wouldn't take well to water. They are quite nice. From the look of these wings I can imagine the trees of your home.
[A little different from his, a little similar.]
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Even before coming to this place, I noticed… The boundaries of “personal space” seem to matter little to a human or arcanist, once their curiosity is piqued.
( of course, when it came to those on the Timekeeper’s team who lived in the Suitcase along with him, theirs had been a more bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, innocent sort of fascination. getian was, after all, very unique for an arcanist; most others were physically human, though there were those who were animals or Awakened objects or even individuals who did not fall into any particular classification. he was just one rarity among many, which had been something of a relief.
fielding such interest here in the Golden Peacock is more stressful. not only does he face undue attention because of what he is, said attention is also rarely innocent. the things some of these people say to him… oh, they’re fit to scandalize an old man such as himself. )
Though it is much worse here, yes.
( he pauses for a moment, processing what kurama said, before emitting a sound of interest. )
Oh? You are able to tell such a thing from my wings alone?
( an altogether different sort of bone reading, in its own way… )
If that is the case, I have to wonder if they are any different from those of my kin who were older than myself. ( he pauses a moment before he realizes it would probably be useful to supply, ) They migrated, in order to escape war. I was the first Getian to be born in our new home on the Great Plains.
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[None of those skills will help him here. He doesn't have the status of god to defend him and the people asking questions aren't innocent children.]
[Getian brings up his kin. There's a little moment in the back of his mind, some hurt he doesn't process. They have a strange, fleeting connection here but Getian does still have some link to family. Even if that family has dwindled down, moved, become something different, it's something Kurama can no longer say he shares with the tengu in Autumn Fields. That hurt is quickly smothered. So, the trees these wings were meant to match may no longer be standing. They may be decimated by weapons and fire and these wings are the last remnant of them for some time.]
As the first, I imagine you share a pattern with those kin. [Feathers that were a remnant of another time, that would eventually be out of "style" among the birds of the plains.]
Eventually certain things will become more frequent or infrequent. Either due to an advantage or simple choice of style.
[This bird does Not understand natural selection, really, but certain feather colors were a disadvantage for ambushing or made it more likely to attract a lover... n- not that anything like that applied to him.]
I think it's a good color. It's different from the land I hail from but I can see the beauty in it nonetheless.