[color=teal][h3]Aava[/h3][/color]
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As Evren shouted out his last promises and was being dragged away, an eager Aava attempted once again to chase after him, only to be stopped by a gentle yet firm hand on her bare shoulder. The cloth she'd been given had started to slip off her like a loose towel, but the näkki didn't seem to care or notice.
Aava turned to look at the woman who Evren had told her to trust - someone he'd called "Hannelore" - with doubtful eyes, her softly drying hair slightly obscuring the view. The woman spoke something in that language that Evren and everyone else here seemed to be using. Aava only understood the word "my", and everything else seemed to completely escape her mind. Still, she understood she was being guided somewhere, so she followed with dragging footsteps.
They soon reached a weird, metallic thing Aava was completely unfamiliar with. The näkki ogled the structure with near shocked expression, her big eyes blinking curiously at the woman who opened a part of the wheeled box, motioning Aava to mount it.
Aava tiptoed closer to the metallic vehicle, gaze wandering along the surface of the car. A slender hand came up to skim along the edge of the door, feeling the cold, odd surface under its fingertips. Aava didn't climb in, seeming suspicious and confused, coming close to sniff the metal curiously before experimentally licking it.
[color=teal]"Ggrgrgrggggkkkhhh..."[/color] Aava gurgled with a dissatisfied frown, spitting the taste of rusty iron from her mouth. Yuck.
Looking at the woman again for a moment long enough to turn weird, Aava finally entered the van, keeping her stance defensive and guarded up.