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[CELESTE G.M.]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:10pt;font-family:verdana"]Strangers. And they're both quite considerably bigger than her which isn't hard, considering her size. Temulin has always been small, petite, weak in the eyes of her tribe. It didn't trouble her, but there was a small nagging feeling that if they did turn out to be hostile ( which they didn't seem ), she would be utterly and truly fucked. Still, she offers them both a shallow bow and an almost aggressively polite smile.

"I apologise for trespassing but... I appear to be very lost." She laughs at how much of an understatement that is. She's never heard of this group before, she knows the tribes of the planes and here she is, on a island, with not a sea of grass and wide open plain in sight. It's clear to tell the feline is definitely uncomfortable with it, although the reason why might come off as more odd than anything else.

"I... I would assume that I am not alright. I don't know how long I've been unconscious... I am sorry Miss, I truly am. My name is Temulin, and I simply wish to return to the plains." She replies to Vandal honestly. That being said, it's rude to impose upon the group that she doesn't know. "I... I truly am sorry to trouble you lovely ladies but... What is the Typhoon?"