[There's a man walking up to her, tall and savage-looking and covered in furs, his face half-covered by - it's a mask of some kind, with horns and blank eye sockets; bare, almost, as bone. Aya gasps as she realizes he is coming for her, she stops short, unsure if she should be running for him or as far from him as possible: and then he stops. He nods to her, and he simply stops walking, the bare black eyes of the mask locked onto her own and she, she realizes, has no idea what to do next.
[Go forward. Go back. He looks - she can't find the word, she settles for strange, and yet there's something about him that gives her pause, something that tells her to wait. No, here's help. You're not a child, to run from masks and fur. Appearance isn't everything, Aya.]
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[There's a man walking up to her, tall and savage-looking and covered in furs, his face half-covered by - it's a mask of some kind, with horns and blank eye sockets; bare, almost, as bone. Aya gasps as she realizes he is coming for her, she stops short, unsure if she should be running for him or as far from him as possible: and then he stops. He nods to her, and he simply stops walking, the bare black eyes of the mask locked onto her own and she, she realizes, has no idea what to do next.
[Go forward. Go back. He looks - she can't find the word, she settles for strange, and yet there's something about him that gives her pause, something that tells her to wait. No, here's help. You're not a child, to run from masks and fur. Appearance isn't everything, Aya.]
Um... hello?
[She'll hold her ground, for now.]