The star had watched her approach and had had plenty of time to school his face into one of pleasant surprise.
"Greetings Marik." He pushed away from the tree he had been leaning on and offered his hand. "I am called Bakura. I was unaware there was another correctly-limbed being around here, this is a most pleasant surprise. … Are you quite alright?”
"I am not offended on this occasion. It is simply a warning. We may be living surrounded by humans yet that is no reason to treat ourselves as some form of human mutants." He reached out one ridiculously thin arm and lifted her chin.
"Let me hear no more of that nonsense. You are clearly a being of great magnificence when in the right conditions. Yes? I do not believe I have met a harpy before. Your … wings? Arms? They are quite unique."
"No I’m sorry.. It was wrong of me to word it like that… I was simply happy to meet someone like you… I havn’t had a good experience near the humans.. and I’m afraid it’s… weakened my will…" Marik slowly looked up at him.
"If I stayed in my forest and away from the humans I am sure I will be my old self again… And I love my feathers.. The patterns on them are my very own.."
"We can all claim poor experiences with humans." He took pity on her, speaking kindly and clapping her on the back gently with a wing. "I quite understand. Have no fear, I shall not hold you to whatever ludicrous standards they did. IIt is only natural to be excited to meet one like oneself."
"May I?" He extended a hand towards her feathers questioningly. "Patterned feathers. They are an oddity among my own people though not the birds of earth. Quite a curious feature."