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He shifted, looking embarassed again, "I... g-get stuck on... on s-some words s-sometimes... I d-duh-don't know wh-what's wrong wi-wuh-with me." Kavvi did sound easier to say. He'd take her up on it. He fidgeted again, reaching down to touch his sore, changed, foreign looking feet, "I... I sup-sup-suppose I am... as... as b-better as I'm g-guh-going to f-feel, anyway..."

He picked up his walkingstick finally, straightening upright as best he could. He carried it under his arm as he hopped sorely towarsd the direction he had come, "Ah... th-thank you... I'll... I'll b-be sure to c-come back... th-there's... certainly pluh-plenty to eat around here..."

Newt smiled and nodded, giving her a meak little wave befor turning to hop sorely back to his duplex. He had a call he needed to make regarding his current position, or lack there of.

"It's in the books... It's in the books...

See here, Em? The anchor is thrown to the sea... And, for a moment at least, the world can stand still. Only until business has been taken care of. Then, it's off again.
Nothing can really stop change from happening. But, it doesn't hurt to take our time with some of those really important moments.

Emerwyn wished she'd taken more time to appreciate the moments she'd shared with Jerrick. That line - "The anchor is thrown to the sea" - there wasn't much to it, until Jerrick had had his way with it. It was one of his favorite lines... and it had to be a clue.

She had found herself wandering very far that day, lost in her thoughts. Piecing together odds and ends that didn't even make sense. But, now she was in her element. Nothing else existed.

Until, a strange sort of smell came to her nostrils. The animal in her screamed to distance herself. Here was the smell of death and desolation. Something was very forboding about it. But, the deer-girl had already wandered so far, and by the time she was conscious enough to recognize the mangeld scents, pure curiosity took control of her. And soon she found that she had strayed onto a little path. Now she had to discover where it led.
She moved carefully along it, making as little sound as possible. After all, she was not certain what awaited her at the end.
And, at the end, she found a strange sight.
It seemed an Islander had made this place her home. The smell... this animal was a carnivore.
Emerwyn's eyes surveyed the scene. The last thing she came upon, after the 'artwork' and the rocks, was the thing sitting on the mattress.
She tried to peer closer at what the bird-thing was doing, when she stepped on an inconveniently placed twig.

Emerwyn's heart froze when the twig snapped. The paralyzing fear of her kind was taking complete hold, but it seemed that she still had a few things to learn about being silent and deft.
When the bird called out someone's name, Emerwyn also couldn't help but feel embarassed and ashamed. In all honesty, she had intruded on this person's home. And, there was no backing out of it now. She wasn't sure if she'd been seen or not. And, even if she hadn't, she would no doubt be seen trying to flee.

So, she steeled herself up and walked into plain sight, her bare legs shaking a little. Her old self would not have been so nervous and frightened.
"Hello," she managed to say. Nerves and her lingering symptoms kept her voice at a very low volume. "I-I am sorry to have barged in on your home... I had lost my way, and found this path..." She made a small gesture with her hand, signifying the pathway.

Emerwyn tried her best to will her legs, and her whole body to calm down. Her nerves got worse with each new face she met. And at the rate she was meeting new people, she would soon die of a stroke.

But, the - was she a vulture? - seemed friendly, and despite the fact that the place seemed to reek of the deaths of animals not unlike herself, she stepped a little further into the makeshift domicile.
"The village? Oh, no... thank you. I do not think I shall be heading back that way for a while now." Between Rex and Ian, the risk level was too high. Besides, the jungle was a far better place to think.

Then, she looked at what the vulture-woman was painting. It was another of her collection of painted bones. Despite the great chill she got about them, they were rather lovely.
"Your paintings... They are very interesting." She walked up to a few that lay together on the ground, and leaned forward to inspect them. "It is like bringing life back into something that has all but lost it."

The woman - Emerwyn had not yet learned her name - was indeed a strange sight. She was by far one of the strangest-looking folk she had seen to date, right alongside Billy.

Emerwyn looked up at her as she spoke. The words she said touched Emerwyn, and she wished to hold on to them.
"That is beautiful," she said, her voice softer still.