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Caitriona looked on as the woman beneath her gazed up at her, blue eyes staring into her own fields of green curiously.  The curiosity was returned towards this woman, the orange haired woman tilting her head slightly as the other woman muttered a word then sat up.

[color=bc8dbf]"Ti?"[/color]

Out of caution, the girl took a step back, but the precaution did not seem necessary as a few belongings were gathered by this figure at least a head taller than her and pulled out of the boat and onto the beach, a slightly musical sound ringing through the air as the bag moved and shifted.  Glass?  Perhaps something fragile? 

[color=bc8dbf]"Kratíste mia stigmí."[/color]  Something incomprehensible was muttered, but it seemed at least somewhat intelligent.  Based on the way she looked, this woman was probably most similar to the peoples up north.

After the little trip was over though, the woman was reduced to just standing there as glaring just slightly.  Normally this would have been considered rude, but a quick look at the sun bathed and reddening skin of the woman in front of her explained at least some of it.  She had also just finished exerting plenty of strength on rowing, and yet her sweat was minimal at best.  All of these were bad signs.

Withdrawing one of the hard yellow fruits from her sack, the girl extended it in a single outstretched hand.  [color=orangered]"Tart? Want cnó cócó?"[/color]  Although it was some work to climb the tree to retrieve one, the fruits were plentiful in this area and the flame haired girl felt she could only tolerate so much on her own anyways.