Ryon

The spaceport bustled with activity as I waited for the human"s ship to arrive. A cacophony of voices echoed through the vast chamber, a mix of clicks, trills, and hums from the various species milling about. I shifted my weight from one taloned foot to the other, scanning the docking bays for any sign of the incoming vessel.

My feathers ruffled with anticipation. What would this human wedding planner be like? I"d seen images and vids of their kind before, but never met one in person. They looked so...soft. No feathers, no scales, no chitinous exoskeletons. Just smooth, pliable skin in shades of brown and pink.

I glanced down at the translator band on my wrist, ensuring it was functioning properly. The last thing I needed was a miscommunication due to faulty tech. Satisfied, I returned my gaze to the crowds, observing the array of beings around me.

A group of insectoid Kryxxans scuttled past, their multi-faceted eyes glinting in the artificial light. They communicated in a series of rapid clicks and chirps, their antennae twitching as they navigated the throng. A pair of reptilian Saurians followed close behind, their scaly hides shimmering with iridescent greens and blues.

I couldn"t help but wonder how the human would react to such diverse life forms. Were they accustomed to interacting with non-humans? Or would the sight of so many alien races overwhelm them?

A chime sounded, announcing the arrival of another ship. I craned my neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the vessel as it docked. The airlock hissed open, and a stream of passengers began to disembark.

My heart raced as I scanned the faces, searching for the one that matched the image I"d been given. There! A flash of red hair caught my eye, and I zeroed in on the human female making her way through the crowd.

She moved with confident grace, her green eyes taking in the sights around her with keen interest. Her clothing was simple yet elegant - a tailored blazer in a deep burgundy, paired with well-fitted trousers. A far cry from the flowing robes and ornate headdresses favored by Draen nobility.

I straightened my posture and smoothed down my own attire. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward to intercept her path.

"Ms. Mendell?" I inquired, hoping my pronunciation was correct. "I"m Ryon Zorax. Welcome to Teloril. I'll be your guide." She'd have a translator patch, but I wanted to make a good impression.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in my appearance, but to her credit, she recovered quickly. A warm smile spread across her face, and she extended a hand in greeting.

"Please, call me Savannah," she said, her voice melodic and pleasant. "It"s a pleasure to meet you, Ryon."

I stared at her outstretched hand for a moment, unsure of the protocol. Tentatively, I reached out and grasped it with my own, marveling at the softness of her skin against my talons. She gave a gentle squeeze before releasing me.

"I must admit, I"m quite excited to be here," Savannah continued, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I"ve never had the opportunity to plan a wedding for a Draen couple before. I"m eager to learn more about your customs and traditions."

"And I"m eager to learn more about yours," I replied. "I have so many questions about human culture and weddings. I hope you don"t mind indulging my curiosity during your stay."

Savannah laughed, a warm, rich sound that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. "Not at all! I"d be happy to share what I know. Cultural exchange is one of the best parts of my job."

As we made our way through the spaceport, I found myself stealing glances at the human by my side, intrigued by her every movement and expression. This was going to be an interesting experience indeed.