"What a mischievous bird!" Vanille remarked, tiptoeing towards what she thought was a raven, "Hm?" her eyes widened when he transformed.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Are you some kind of magician?" she watched him curiously. Unfortunately for Naesala, Vanille is not easily frightened into running off. She might back up a few steps or scream, but her curiosity is a lot stronger than her fear.

"I don't think we've met before. I'm Vanille~." she held out her hand, "Are you a raven or a person?"