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Ah, shoot. Definitely not okay.

The dancer spun after him on gilded paws, ears tall, hoping to catch a semblance of a word in anything the stranger was saying -

But nah, it just sounded like he was taking about flowers.

Evander had seen something like this in the Gilded Sea - but he didn't longer long on the memory of that. It was buried so deep he only had the feeling left. Unease, and the want to at least try and help, even while keeping himself a safe distance away.

It's chill, man, Evander said, picking his way across the sand alongside him, but there aren't any flowers here. Bet the forest has plenty.

He gestured up, away from the sea; he himself had put himself between the stranger and the endless waters. Right now, he thought, he'd do something good just by getting the man away from the ocean. Last thing he needed was to have the guy fall in and drown.