12-13-2008, 07:47 PM
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Sorry. Are you all right? Was what he read from her face, and he nodded quite pleasently, pulling himself into a sitting position to better converse with her. Although logically, he wasn't really conversing.[/html]
"I'm f-f-fine. Just squishy."
He wondered if she could write, but kept his eyes on her as he reached back for his pack and began to rummage through it for his piece of slate and one of the myriad bits of chalk he had. It took him a moment to realise that she was referring to herself, partly through the half-gestures she made towards her person, and then he had to figure out the strange word that he assumed was her name.
"F... Festy?" he repeated, hoping he was close. "I'm Agani, and," he added, finally stabbing a bit of pink chalk with a claw and waving it in her general direction, the small square of slate balanced on his knee, "If you c-c-can write some st-st-stuff, talking might be easier." He smiled up at her, offering the chalk in a slightly less aggressive manner.
"Why are you out here?"