birdsong binary

The lovely ambiance of songbirds and waterfowl all around them threatened to derail his train of thought entirely. There were so many strings of music, each one catching his attention for their own merits and beauty. It wasn't until the sudden, curt tone of voice cut through his drifting attention. The giantess seemed thoroughly irritated by the notion of not slaughtering Luxe the ram. It didn't bother him much, but he did take a moment to consider whether he should be asking one of the wandering traders about a knife to carry. Without eyes to guide him in battle, he would need an advantage in the form of something pointy.

And then there it was again, that distinctly sharp and irritable tone of voice when the woman spoke up again. All but demanding to know who exactly he was. Cinnamon tipped ears tipped back warily. What the hell was her problem? "Raven." he said, though the mirthful croon of a singsong tone was notably absent this time. Her attitude was pretty weird, since they obviously didn't know each other. "Who're you?" he retorted, matching the sharpness of her tone with unsettling accuracy.