[ Marita does not move from her spot at first, watching the creature recreate the symbols — ones she has seen and ones that she has not — before she arises from her spot on the bench. Her eyes travel across the strange patterns, alien in their ways, and falls to the one that the traveler is motioning to: the one that was seen moments before. ]
Do these translate into the sounds you make...? [ She pauses for a moment, possibly pondering a way to explain this clearer due to the language barrier. Marita points at the runes, then to her mouth.
Then, she crouches down to write something in the snow with her finger: 'flower.' She points to the word, then back to her mouth. ] Flower.
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Do these translate into the sounds you make...? [ She pauses for a moment, possibly pondering a way to explain this clearer due to the language barrier. Marita points at the runes, then to her mouth.
Then, she crouches down to write something in the snow with her finger: 'flower.' She points to the word, then back to her mouth. ] Flower.