[Questions. Yukina is sure she ought to have them. Anyone would in this situation. Yet as she tries, there is little she can conjure up to ask at the moment simply because her mind demands she set aside worries to focus on the problem at hand.
Introductions first. Despite the filth and the muck and the way these more modern clothes want to stick right to her, Yukina gives a polite bow in return. The smile she wears is slight, faint but not impolite. It's like the two women are meeting at a coffee shop and not with their toes buried in swamp mud.]
I'm Yukina.
[A cry rises up again, likely more familiar now, and the white hawk reappears. Yukina offers a fist up into the air and barely winces as the bird lands on it with a flap or two of his wings. She's more used to doing this with arm coverings at least, not a short-sleeve shirt.]
Have you found dry land yet?
[Another cry. Yukina actually seems to be thinking on the bird's reply, a light frown tugging on her lips. She turns a glance back to Yuri.]
It may be something of a walk.
[Not that the pair have a lot of choice, do they.]
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Introductions first. Despite the filth and the muck and the way these more modern clothes want to stick right to her, Yukina gives a polite bow in return. The smile she wears is slight, faint but not impolite. It's like the two women are meeting at a coffee shop and not with their toes buried in swamp mud.]
I'm Yukina.
[A cry rises up again, likely more familiar now, and the white hawk reappears. Yukina offers a fist up into the air and barely winces as the bird lands on it with a flap or two of his wings. She's more used to doing this with arm coverings at least, not a short-sleeve shirt.]
Have you found dry land yet?
[Another cry. Yukina actually seems to be thinking on the bird's reply, a light frown tugging on her lips. She turns a glance back to Yuri.]
It may be something of a walk.
[Not that the pair have a lot of choice, do they.]