While we stood within the guildhall for the first time in about a week, I waved to the bird-girl that works here from midnight to noon every day except for sundays. This girl, whom we have met many times before, is named Yimmie.
"Yo." I waved to her. She stopped sweeping dust off of the floor and immediately turned to face me. Her wings quivered in an almost imperceptible motion, but my finely-tuned senses were capable of detecting even the most minute of changes.
"K-..." She let out. The surprise on her face made her feelings obvious, though I still decided to play coy.
"Hey! How's it going?" I asked.
