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From the thick air a figure did appear, and the cranebird was slow to notice until the faint sound of a chuff drew her attention away from the fogged shore. Her stance was still -- guarded -- and lilac gaze trained in caution as they'd meet a pair of creaulean orb.
He was tall like she, but with muscle wrapped tightly around his limbs and frame alike. Sand met seafoam when gentle tan rode up his legs to meet his ivory fur, and though his appearance was hardened and aged -- there was something strangely gentle about that bright stare. Much like his demenor as he approached: No signs of aggression.
Closer the seafarer would approach, and Izumi's small leather nose twitched to better take in his scent. He was native here.
-- and she had trespassed.
The silken tassel which raised over her hips in caution lowered in respect and, in turn, so did her head it dipped in a silent apology. "I greet you, seafarer." the crane bird would greet, a voice soft and hushed like the winds -- yet formal all the same.
"I am Izumi. A traveler, but not of the shores..."