As the swan man tells his tale, Rian's appearance shifts along with the story. The finest feather patterning unfurls across his arms as he leans forward, compelled by the melancholy of the song. There's such a perfect tragedy in it, heartrending and almost succulent for it. It's perfect.

It makes a fair payment indeed and as the man sings, Rian makes circles in the air with his pointer finger. The nettles follow his command and pluck themselves from the ground for him.