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"Jehan!" Gitana turned slightly, looking back towards the cliff where she'd fallen as she heard him call her name. He'd heard her and that was a good thing. She just hoped he hadn't fallen as well. Didn't look that way, not if the area she'd tumbled into was anything to go by. That was good, very good. Maybe she wouldn't have to go for an aimless walk through the Dolwoods after all.
She was in the process of standing up just as she became aware of other presences around her. She remained crouching, eyes wide as she looked around her at the tiny little things. Ugly things. And a decent number of them that made her suddenly wish that her brother would show up already rather than dwaddling and doing whatever it was that he was doing. "Jehaaan.." Her voice rose out of her in a bit of a frantic whine, but she subdued herself, staring around her and pivoting slightly on her feet, still bent and crouched as she was, to make note of their numbers. Yes, too many of them.
It was tempting, really, to kick them. Or to try and step on them. No...okay...that last one wasn't really that tempting, not if it meant gnome goo being stuck on the bottom of her boot. Besides, they were a little too big for that. They might not have had any weapons drawn, but the look of them made her uncomfortable.
"Kek," she responded, voice harsh, and when she spoke again it was in a tangent of Aire, the language hard and fluting. They probably wouldn't understand. "Mandi keck pester pakiv. Ambria, jal avree! Jal avree, narked bitti bengs!"
And then, lastly. "Jehan!"
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