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The man jerked and she instantly closed her fingers over her daggers and pulled one out in a panic. Her hackles rose, the hair on the nape of her neck rising as adrenaline began to flood her system in case he proved to be hostile. But, it seemed he was altered, the way his eyes seemed red and his body reeked of a drug she was not familiar with. He rose and jutted out something in his hand and she could smell that familiar unfamiliar smell coming from his hand. The dagger returned to its sheath and she eyed the oddly colored hybrid carefully as she stepped forward. She did not understand the word but she figured it meant something like hello. Or it was the name of the thing in his hand.
She stood a foot away from the man and his offering. Delicate white fingers reached out and took the joint, even though her eyes were carefully planted on him and not the thing he offered. She slowly took it from his hand and glanced at it, a white roll with something brown and earthy sticking out of the ends. "What is this?" she asked, curiosity bubbling in her gut as she looked from the roll to the hybrid sitting in the field. He did not seem a threat, but she was wary outside of home. "Who are you?" she asked, keeping her voice level as her spare hand fell to her side.
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