Flycatcher Downs the veldt

she determined then that this was not a man at all, but closer to a boy. something between. he was like a boy of the village being greeted by a pretty girl; at the same time, skuka could see he was merely happy to have found someone like him. how alike, she wondered?
skuka of ukyomrai, daughter of aymang— and here her voice hitched, because she wanted to say 'the tsahik of my people'; but she could not be sure of that yet. her mother had been intended for that role, and skuka had not been there to see it happen. she had not spoken these words to anyone in weeks, and it felt strange to do so now.
it was not as if aymang was far from her mind.
we are far from the People here. she went on to say, wishing it could be of comfort to the stranger; however it was clear by the pain in his face, this was not what he wanted. they were different for that reason alone: skuka seeking her own path, this man seeking reunion.
i am taronyu—we can look together?