One foot on the ground, one foot in the grave

When the voice called out, Fuji swung her heavy head in his direction, honey-hued eyes meeting amber beneath the otherworldly red-tinted sky. She took him in, tall and dark, slashed with pale points, much like her mother's people. Fuji spared him a grin around her sabre like fangs.

Her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth, trying to remember how to make the common shapes, over the Japanese they wielded within the bamboo. She did hope he wouldn't mistake her delay for rudeness. "Yer can call me Fuji," she shrugged her shoulders, her mothers tongue coming back to her finally. "Can't say I've ever seen these before, and the shaking last night..." She shook her head. "I only came this way to collect supplies, I live far to the south, rarely leave home. Startin' ter regret leavin' this time, if I'm honest." Her smile was bright, punctuated with a dark chuckle.

Her gaze narrowed on some upturned soil. "Looks like we aren't th' only curious ones though..."

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