nature/nurture
The bird seemed at ease in its interactions with Resh. So he passed the bare minimum of pacifying an already tamed bird. Baby steps. Avis could tell the bird was a bit perplexed by Resh's verbose command, and suggested something a bit more basic. Resh thought on it for a moment, and nodded in understanding. He could related to that, "Fly over to the fountain," He paused, "Please."
The bird seemed to find that agreeable enough. It did as asked, before promptly relieving itself on the ground. Resh raised an eyebrow. Either Sith upbringing had beaten a sense of potty humor out of him, or he was simply too caught up in self-assessment. The latter rang especially true, as Avis pointed out he would have a lot more trouble with a more strong-willed creature.
Resh glanced up at her, unsure of how to respond. Was she trying to talk him out of it? Or merely asking an honest question? He couldn't quite tell when it came to sincerity sometimes. "Um… Yeah," He shrugged, "I do."
The bird seemed to find that agreeable enough. It did as asked, before promptly relieving itself on the ground. Resh raised an eyebrow. Either Sith upbringing had beaten a sense of potty humor out of him, or he was simply too caught up in self-assessment. The latter rang especially true, as Avis pointed out he would have a lot more trouble with a more strong-willed creature.
"Do you want to keep at this?"
Resh glanced up at her, unsure of how to respond. Was she trying to talk him out of it? Or merely asking an honest question? He couldn't quite tell when it came to sincerity sometimes. "Um… Yeah," He shrugged, "I do."