[The Liberator shrugs, conveying in brief flickers images of the island, flowers and ferns, trees and grassy hillocks. But she hasn't seen any edible-looking animals yet, only the heavy verdant greenery of Ziziphus.
Other than, of course, people like themselves. Slowly getting used to the fact that the people here are so mentally quiet, she adds in clarification a quick point at herself, then Donn, followed by a sharp shake of the spear held in her off hand and emanating a faint feeling of caution.
Does this guy even have anything to protect himself? She eyes him more thoroughly; those little nubby horns aren't going to help much in her opinion.]
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Other than, of course, people like themselves. Slowly getting used to the fact that the people here are so mentally quiet, she adds in clarification a quick point at herself, then Donn, followed by a sharp shake of the spear held in her off hand and emanating a faint feeling of caution.
Does this guy even have anything to protect himself? She eyes him more thoroughly; those little nubby horns aren't going to help much in her opinion.]