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The woman didn't mention anything about her origins, which after a second of thought the fire haired girl understood.  Although possible, communicating such complex ideas would be difficult.  She spoke in an obviously dismissive tone, which made a slight pout form on the bards lips.  As she watched the woman start collecting her things though and heading inland, the native simply watched and followed close behind.

Caitriona needed to watch this person as close as she was to their territory.  She didn't seem malicious ... but she also didn't seem generous, and keeping a close watch of this woman would be a wise decision until she could speak to others about this.  Despite having always been more independent from her group than many others, Caitriona did not want to do something that could endanger their security and be the responsible party for whatever happened next.

The black haired woman would hear the sounds of a flute playing softly behind them as they left the beach area, the sand gradually transitioning to a fine dirt as loose clumps of grass and various trees began to appear, many bearing fruit.  Birds colored blue with extremely long tails flew through the sky, as if trying to blend into it.  It was strange how she stopped to observe every fruit, and seemed to enjoy some and hate others.

Eventually, the ground would start to slope upwards and the two of them began heading up a steep rock edge nearby, Caitriona offering a little assistance if the other woman seemed to have difficulty finding a path.  A narrow road would lead the pair up to a plateau, where the orange haired girl assumed the other one would need a little rest.

Sitting down, the flute was withdrawn from her bag and a slow but cheerful tune played as she watched the other woman curiously, wondering what she planned on doing with those things she was carrying.