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[hr][color=13AE31][i]"Oh - oh - oh - oh! I am the called, Tah - tee - yah - nah!"[/i][/color][indent]The Yanaski woman was not standing, but instead had her backside firmly planted to the floor with her legs crossed in front of her. Clawed fingertips seeped into the earth below as she scratched through soil, an idle canting of her head left to right as she glanced around the other figures that seemed to be grouped with herself. The reptilian eyes in her sockets firmly gazed at the dragonborn for a long moment, squinting as she absorbed the fancy details of his wardrobe. He wasn't kin, nor were their cultures very similar by the looks of it. Her nose wriggled as she clicked her tongue behind the sharpened teeth within her maw in mild disappointment. Tati's view then turned to the orcish man, looking up at him with the utmost curiosity as the last she had heard of the greenskinned warriors -  they were much more primitive and barbaric. She clicked her tongue once again, her eyes slowly coming to a close and her nostrils flaring as oxygen huffed out in a sigh.[/indent]

[color=13AE31][i]"Skret'a ashika'tata manta'la ventash sssski. . ."[/i][/color][indent]She hissed out in her own language. Her upper teeth came down hard on her lower lip, visibly failing to contain her disappointment. The Yanaski's eyes slowly peeled open once again after the small fit, glancing over to the larger more human looking personage and tapping her index claws along the ground. A strange smell from that one was picked up from the scaly swamp-dweller, though to be fair, most people were strange to her at this point. Finally she would set her sights upon the dwarf, this race she was familiar with. Dwarves were sometimes permitted into the marshlands to bring tools and trade for some of the rare fish and herbs harvested by the Yanaski. The change in her expression was swift and sudden, eyes widened and seemed to have focus on the half-sized bearded man with complete ignorance of the others. [/indent]

[color=13AE31][i]"Dwarf! Friend the of Earth Spirits!"[/i][/color][indent]She had leapt from her sitting position into a stand, energy seeming to come from nowhere. Her hands stretched up far above her head with clawed fingertips outspread in some form of celebrative gesture. The Yanaski bounced up and down, unable to contain the newfound surge of excitement - and uncaring of onlookers.[/indent]