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Before Jin could reply, someone spoke from behind the trees.  And then -- the shadows in the canopy [i]moved[/i].  Whatever it was, it was massive.  Too many limbs, like a centipede, and -- a face?  A pretty face, as faces went, all the more disturbing for being set among shadows and many limbs.  Ziotea's hand went again to her pistol, but she didn't draw it.  If this thing, whatever it was, wanted to speak, they should probably listen.  If violence was needed, that could come [i]after[/i] they listened to what it wanted to say.

The voice was kind.  Warm, even friendly.

Ziotea didn't trust it.  Spirits were dangerous.  This thing was probably a spirit, therefore it was dangerous.  One wrong move could get them all killed.  But it wasn't addressing her.  So she watched, eyes narrowed, muscles tensed, ready to act if it was needed.
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