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[color=bc8dbf][h3][center]~Charlotte LaChance~[/center][/h3][/color]

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[color=orangered]"Dia dhuit?"[/color]

The voice caught Charlotte slightly off guard, but for the most part she remained unmoving, eyes closed. Now, the voice was interesting for a few reasons. She hadn't expected foreign peoples to just waltz up to her. That meant she either had the good fortune of running into shore near a town, or had the misfortune of the exact same thing. It was entirely up to the disposition of whoever they were. Secondly the voice...spoke in a dialect she was [i]completely[/i] unfamiliar with. It didn't sound like any of the more common languages back in Astril or the surrounding lands. The lands had some variations between the cities, but for the most part one could translate fairly easily between the two. After a few seconds, She finally opened her eyes to address whoever was speaking to her. Her typical cold blue eyes and somewhat harsh glare was immediately replaced by a look of immense curiosity, immediately awestruck by just...whatever this humanoid creature was.

The woman was short - she was fairly certain it was a she. Much shorter than she was, and a fair bit shorter than most people in Astril. Her people favored shorter ones, then? Well, she wouldn't question it for now. What she was going to question, was the other girls hair. It was multicolored. A brilliant shade of red before transitioning to yellow towards the ends. It was...well, she was certain some would find it beautiful. Charlotte just found it a wondrous work of nature, however it happened. It looked completely natural at least, which was fascinating.

[color=bc8dbf]"Ti?"[/color] And she realized just how useless speaking would be like this. She had no idea what was even asked, and likely the other girl had no idea what she had just been asked. Useless, then. Well, damn it if she wasn't going to at least try communication of some sort. She sat up, rubbing a bit of sand out of the back of her hair, blue eyes turning towards the boat. A few of her belongings were still there - namely a medium sized sack full of her alchemy equipment. Alembic, retorts, mortar and pestle...some rudimentary dried herbs and such. Things she could use to help her on her way. Maybe hand motions of some sort? Writing likely would be as ineffective. [color=bc8dbf]"Kratíste mia stigmí."[/color]

She walked over to the boat, grabbing the sack. The glass implements clanked in small complaint as they were sat down on the sandy shore, away from the water. Now...how exactly was she supposed to communicate here? Staring rather intensely at the other human with what seemed like a small glare was likely not the correct course of action, but Charlotte didn't register she was even doing it.