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The native watched as the other girl pulled some sort of paper out of her cloak, unfolding it and seeming to observe it intensely.  The orange haired girl tilted her head somewhat curiously, and after waiting for a bit headed over behind the other and looked at what was quickly identified as a map.

Ah.  So she WAS lost.  A little giggle followed as the green eyed girl found herself searching the sky, looking at the position of the sun and the beach.  There weren't any fine landmarks around besides the cliff, and a river ran a half hour's walk to the north of their location.  Still though, she decided to make herself useful.

A delicate finger pointed at a spot on the map where Caitiona believed they were.  [color=orangered]"Tá muid anseo."[/color]  It was slightly off, and the old parchment had some obvious inaccuracies on it, and much of it lacked any sort of significant detail.  Still though, it was a good outline of the overall terrain.

The look at the sun had suggested something aside form direction though - it also told a story of them running out of time.  They needed to find shelter within the next two hours, and she had no idea how to communicate this.

The shorter girl poked the other's shoulder several times to get her attention, and possibly in the nose if that was required.  The orange hand girl then sent the best symbols she could to make it obvious what she was saying.

She pointed at both of them, then pretended to fall asleep on the ground before standing back up again.  Caitriona pointed off in a seemingly random direction, taking a few steps towards it and beckoning with a single hand to follow ...  [color=orangered]"Teacht chomh maith!"[/color]