The pure maiden stops her careful gaze upon her land to see where the noise is coming from. With each chop, she walks closer like a wary pup leaving her den. When the tree falls she is there at a safe distance, searching. Her eyes snap onto her target. "A man?" She says just above a whisper. Confused, she walks closer. She then steps on a branch, Foolish maiden. The mortal looks up and finds her stilled in shock. After noticing her regal stance and clothing he straightens thinking she was a captor of sorts. He gritted his teeth and said “Good morning..” in a cautious tone.
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"Good morning.."/"Goodbye"
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