Still alert, she studied him further. It was not every day that she saw someone the same size as herself, though she would have been more surprised if he had been a she. While his sheer size was impressive, other aspects were... not so much. She watched, still not speaking, still hands on spear, as he pulled a twig out of his hair. Several moments passed before he said anything, and when he did it was a sound of confusion. Ulilohi relaxed somewhat. What threat was this... person? Seemingly lost, or so he looked as his eyes traveled all over the place. Finally, he spoke again, and now Ulilohi was no longer sitting ready to strike, but had straightened in her saddle. She was not worried he would attack her, he appeared almost dim-witted. Both her hands were on the neck of her mount, and she bent forward to look at him, her braids spilling from her shoulders. His question made absolutely no sense to her, and -- shaking her head -- she made a "Tik!" sound with her tongue; a signal for the horse to move closer.His pelt looked even more rugged up close. With one eyebrow arched, she studied his strange appearance. His colors and whatnot were decidedly ordinary, but she could not understand what he was dressed in. Was this an effort from his side, to try and impress, perhaps? There were so many... things attached to his form -- what were they? She had never seen the likes of such garments or backpacks. She could see the function of the leg-dress, it looked a little like her sister's skirt back home. But why would he wander around in the middle of the forest in his ceremonial garb, looking like had not washed his pelt for.. well, to be frank, weeks. Most AniWayan stayed well away from human objects, believing them to be cursed, and she could not understand why anyone would wear clothing that did not have a particular significance or was not a symbol of rank. "Who are you?" she demanded, knowing quite well she had no right to demand anything. He didn't smell of Crimson Dreams, though, and she was unafraid. What could a ragged, lean -- and somewhat confused -- male like him do to hurt her anyway?
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