Wapun Meadow When different languages meet

Oh dear... Trouble for Zhav then. >D

Zhavvi trolled through the meadow, needed to get adjusted to the different sounds and smells that came off it. The different... feeling she got from it. The fields she knew could be rather dry, yet green. This one was littered with sprouting flowers. She didn't see many of them but one of the slaves often brought her some. Which, Zhavvi thought was a nice gesture. She should get flowers every day being a the most perfect warrior princess. Her tail rose up higher with that thought. Her small frame waded through the high grasses, often only the dark tip of her tail coming above the greens. Eventually she noticed that she was not alone but she couldn't see the one she was sensing. Her hackles raised instantly with the distrust she had.

The daughter of Rakharo was unfamiliar with these lands after all. She wouldn't have a clue was could come out from the high grass. Her eyes matched the color of there surroundings. Zhav glared around her frame and slowly turned towards a hint of a smell. That is when she spotted a bigger boulder up ahead and though it was convenient as a look out. Her small body shot towards the rock as an arrow would from a bow. With ease she leaped onto it. She looked around, still as confident as she was before. She was a warrior and would fight when she needed to. Even when she didn't need to. Her lizard like eyes fell on the other with her higher vantage point. "Kii ui coi wux wiilirka ve," she called out, liking that she stood higher than the other female.