Listening the bird, not adept enough at avian expressions or tone to realize he’d annoyed her, Dragomir feels a rise of amusement move through him as he thinks of his luck with talking black birds as of late. Having only recently trailed after Ranjiri and a shouting magpie, the conversation with the raven is far less perplexing than it might be to him otherwise; each passing encounter with the peculiarities that thrived in Helovia left him less and less surprised to find another. Being naturally curious, despite having been sheltered as a child, perhaps aided his steady transition into being okay with the unexpected.

That curiosity rises as it always does, looking down at the bone that the raven offers him with mystified confusion. It was his?

He certainly didn’t remember it as such.

However, as she continues to explain, her raven’s voice oddly thoughtful and analytic for a bird, the revelation as to what the bone truly is becomes writ as surprise all across his face. It had been so long since he’d last seen it, or even thought of it, that the idea of it suddenly being returned to his possession was one he had to think over anew, on the spot. Pondering just how he feels about it all as she explains her prideful theft of the object, to begin with, he watches with interest as she proceeds to tap the bone with her beak. Rippling with some magical energy he has never before seen, the skull of the Tiger Goddess suddenly looms against the sand, exactly as he’d remembered it.

The longer she talks, the increasingly scholarly she sounds, further removing Dragomir from his initial wariness (mostly because it is good to hear crafter’s logic ring through the air, even if spoken by a raven, accompanied by a dragon). While he certainly finds the aspects of the skull she describes intriguing, he also hasn’t had the opportunity to use it, either. Surely, though, from her descriptions alone, the item sounds useful for his particular skill sets, his mind momentarily trailing to the newly formed dragon in his pouches, or the building blocks he had been learning to create within the Edge, before he’d departed Helovia the first time.

"Thank you," begins the thoughtful stallion after gathering his thoughts, looking back to the raven from the skull. Though he is unsure as to the validity of her apology (it’s rather hard to tell when it’s arriving from a bird, and a rather to the point one at that), he decides it is perhaps best to accept it. It was not often that you got much in the way of one, after all, and he knows better than most that time can truly change a person, as much as youth can make them brash, and foolish. Smiling at her, his pale, blue eyes lighting up with humility, he admits that he would not have been as noble as she just was, being the sort to avoid confrontation (and the emotions then roused) at all costs. "I’d likely have just left it to you while you slept, were our rolls reversed."

"It works on metals, as well?" he asks, his deeply voiced words as few as he can manage, as always (that terseness grating to the raven, or not), "I care little for the shifting of its size, but I admit this ‘ultrasonic vision’ merits at least some investigation before I accept or decline your offer."

[ OOC: Can you even replace just one enchantment? xD ]

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