Snippet #2824625

Seeing the small man struggle with a berry bush kinda... took some wind out of her earlier caution. She winced a bit as he fell back and just laid there. This... would be the first time she's seen foliage win a battle. She crawled out from the bushes and stepped forward, only to feel a snag and fall onto her face. Ouch. She rubs her face whimpering something foreign under her breath. Looking back she saw what it was... her scarf had gotten snagged on a branch. What more, she started to notice her altered shape, along with a tail... a tail!? She rubbed her face again, an existential crisis would have to wait.

She tugged herself free and made her way by the wheeled construct, feeling the wheels and chassis. Perhaps while he is incapacitated she could take the wheeled—no, not only does she not know how it works, she would just more likely incite an unwanted conflict. She made her way over to the small man instead and crouched down beside him.

"Ayph any?" she utters meekly in a foreign tongue with her voice, at the least, seems familiar coming from her own throat. "Ham ath hy..? Hhhhh... hello?"

The last word that escaped her throat came unexpectedly. What was that utterance?