Gate of Memoirs/Young Man, Old Soul

Feora meets the strangest person this side of the new world.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Mimic" 	Music: "Mimic"
 	
*Wasp-eaters: *screech*
*In a violent flurry of wings, the flock of wasp-eaters disperses into the woods.
 	
*Feòra: Ugh, and here I thought they'd just be wee birds...
*Feòra: Definitely not the nature trail I'm lookin' for...
Music: "Silent Shadows"	Music: "Silent Shadows"
 	
*The strange-looking man plants his equally strange staff in the ground and watches the flock leave, before turning his gaze on Feòra.
*Patterned skin, leaf-shawl, peculiar clothing—and on top of that, beastkin of some kind.
*Hyshka: Ah. I've not introduced myself. I am Hyshka, descendent of the Orcin tribe.
*Hyshka: A pleasure to make the acquaintance of another beastkin. Well met.
 	
*Feòra: ...Yer weird. Who greets people like that anymore?
*Feòra: Are you a drama student knee-deep in method acting?
*Feòra: That why you're out here all alone in the woods?
 	
*Hyshka: D...Drama? Method...acting?
*Hyshka: ...I don't know what you speak of, but I am from a proud tribe of seadwellers.
*Hyshka: I'll thank you not to make light of it.
 	
*Feòra: Oh good heavens. Yer serious!
 	
*Hyshka: Now, I'm here on my Rite of Passage as a druid aspirant.
*Hyshka: I must commune with all the spirits of the land to earn my right to take over my tribe.
*Hyshka: And you, fellow kin?
 	
*Feòra: ... ...
*Feòra: Uhh...O-kay...
*Feòra: Well you do you buddy. Don't let anyone stop ya.
*Feòra: I'm just gonna leave...right about now...
 	
*Hyshka: I'd advise against that. Wasp-eaters are a tenacious lot. You've got "enemy" written all over you.
 	
*Hyshka: Although I would have to say that such aggressive behavior does strike me as cause for concern...
 	
*Feòra: Psh. Well just hit them if they're bein' a nuisance then!
 	
*Hyshka: ...We don't do that here.
 	
*Feòra: And that there is yer kinch!
 	
*Hyshka: ...Kinch?
 	
*Feòra: Yer problem!
 	
*Hyshka pauses for a second, quirking his eyebrows, before continuing.
*Hyshka: Yes, I suppose we do have a problem. There's been an unnatural skew between predator and prey as of late.
*Hyshka: Simply put, there's too many mouths to feed and not enough to go around.
 	
*He gestures toward the pitted ground, which upon closer inspection reveals the remains of hives.
 	
*Hyshka: Unfortunately I have yet to find out why. 
*Hyshka: Time is of the essence. The longer it takes me to remedy this...
 	
*Feòra: Uh huh.
*Feòra: Eh. Not that I could care less 'bout them really.
*Feòra: I'd rather the birds than the bees.
 	
*Feòra: Pfftt...Gonna take this down for a later post too.
 	
*Hyshka watches Feòra closely as she taps away at her phone.
*Hyshka: That strange little box again...
*Hyshka: You city-folk sure enjoy having them around. What does it do?
 	
*Feòra: Wow. You don't know what this is?
*Feòra: You really aren't kidding. You sound like my great-grandpa, but you're like, my age.
 	
*Hyshka: Is that a "kinch"?
 	
*Feòra: HA! Yer really catchin' on aren't ya?
 	
*Feòra: Then I'll bet ye'll be right skilled with this in no time.
*Feòra: Here!
 	
*Hyshka: Wait, I don't think this—
 	
*Feòra presses her phone into his hand, gliding his fingers across the screen.
 	
*Feòra: First we gotta take a selfie.
 	
*Hyshka: A wh—
 	
*Hyshka: Ouch!
 	
*Feòra: Ach! The flash was on!
 	
*Feòra: Oi! Stop tapping!
 	
*Hyshka: I can't see!
Music: "Strike! Break!"	Music: "Strike! Break!"
 	
**SKKKREEEEEEE*
*An immense bird with golden wings and vibrant red feathers comes screaming into the scene, its oversized talons poised to strike.
 	
*Hyshka: Watch out!