The Heartwood Everything, everything, everything.

usually most tend to have a purpose when they travel, though the young girl is like a wayward soul in search for purpose. a vague answer is provided for a vague question. it is fitting, but does not really answer what shikoba wonders about silently. she is surprised no remark is made for the way she talks, and for that, the native is silently grateful.

"girl looks young" she says "should be with friends or family." shikoba has no right to tell someone what they are and are not, where they are meant to be and where they should avoid. it is just something peculiar, something she notices, something that is strange. had it not been for the tragedy that struck the redstone desert, shikoba would be under her father's wing right now, learning more about what this life has to offer her.

"yet girl alone..." she pauses for a moment, "shikoba alone too." she doesn't want to be alone though. she misses warm embraces from others, she misses playing with puppies who deemed her worthy of their time. she misses her past life. and now what of her? a hollow shell of what she once was, something she still strives to be? she is a disappointment to her former self, to her pheasant tail identity.

"english bad for shikoba. but shikoba see girl not happy. does shikoba... make girl sad?" if it is such a case, the native would make a hasty exit to not trouble the young soul. if not for the language barrier, shikoba would ask what it is that bothers the dark one. something seems off, and not in a terrible way, but in a slight manner of uncomfortableness and even sorrow. a step back from the native, an attempt to give the girl space.