Æn'kae paused when the stretch mimicked aspects of the isle along with a city a style of architecture he'd never encountered before. When he heard a stranger speak, he headed that way, clearing his throat. "Jolan'tru." Some day he'd remember to consistently say 'hello'. No idea when that day would come, but. Maybe?
The young vulcanoid was tall, with scars over much of his visible skin, a v shaped ridge on his forehead, and pointed ears. His outfit was a non-descript mix of greys and blacks with rolled up sleeves on the shirt. He hadn't even been consciously aware of the outfit he'd worn prior, but now that he didn't have the armor like uniform, he was very aware how much it had weighed him down earlier. One of the illusory 6 eyed and antennaed rodents, this one a deep blue, followed underfoot, sticking close to him.
"Are um, are you okay?" He took in the stranger's appearance, the oversized outfit, and the strange shadow that seemed to be part of the location almost more than the young man himself. He wasn't sure the significance of any of it, but there had to be something. (The skulls were a lot less cryptic.) And... did he smell food of some sort?
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The young vulcanoid was tall, with scars over much of his visible skin, a v shaped ridge on his forehead, and pointed ears. His outfit was a non-descript mix of greys and blacks with rolled up sleeves on the shirt. He hadn't even been consciously aware of the outfit he'd worn prior, but now that he didn't have the armor like uniform, he was very aware how much it had weighed him down earlier. One of the illusory 6 eyed and antennaed rodents, this one a deep blue, followed underfoot, sticking close to him.
"Are um, are you okay?" He took in the stranger's appearance, the oversized outfit, and the strange shadow that seemed to be part of the location almost more than the young man himself. He wasn't sure the significance of any of it, but there had to be something. (The skulls were a lot less cryptic.) And... did he smell food of some sort?