Dawnlark Plains ≡ Dragonfly

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The young woman, who now stared at the male in mild confusion rather that caution, wasn't sure what to expect from them. For the most part, his body language expressed a friendly, welcoming aura to it — whether or not it was actually genuine was yet to be deciphered. Yet Izumi would never be able to find out by just standing there, so after a moment of hesitation, the damsel began walking towards them.

Her gait was long and graceful, like a doe walking through the fields, but was also slow and cautious with every step taken. In a way, she was testing them: If he were to suddenly rise up and attack, there would be enough distance between them to quickly bound off. The difference in muscle mass between them could also mean she was quicker than him.

Izumi stopped a few feet in front of the strange man to keep a good distance — just in case a situation like that were to arise. "Y-you, you are?" The dame questioned, tounge still stubbornly fighting with the common language she was attempting to speak.