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Ahe's gaze was drawn to the place where she knew the sun would rise, molten orbs locked on the spot lest she miss that first glorious flash of light that signalled the coming of the sun. So focused was she that she only barely withheld a flinch of surprise when the stranger spoke. Her russet shoulders tightened, lifting slightly as if for protection as the Kraken turned to face him. 

Sunshine optics scanned him over, noting that rather like the boy she'd met (who had mistaken her for Ceara), he too seemed crafted of the colors of life - the feathery brown of an owl's wing, the aura of a bountiful forest, the tawny golden-brown of leaves in autumn. He was older than she, if only by a touch, though his behavior spoke nothing of his intentions. 

"V-Velkommen," she managed, not quite sure what he'd said but answering him in the tongue of her grandfather. 

"Ahe," she answered with a graceful sway of her fiery plume. "Who might you be?"