She felt the shift in the air, felt the wind brush past her face, but she hadn't registered the hand until it was at her throat and squeezing down. Her company before her stood slowly and issued their warning. There was a fraction of fright in the islander's eyes, but not for fear of dying. It was clear the person before her didn't care for her death on their hands or she would have been sacrificed to the cannibals. No, the fear in her eyes was from the realization that the defense she was cursed and blessed with since the bonding with her spirit was something completely useless against the being before her now. For years, the islander had been trapped in her own body, unable to touch or be touched for fear of harming someone, and likewise she was able to ward off most threats with the simple temperature of her skin, but this<i>beast</i>before her stood completely unaffected. That thought terrified her more than she would ever be willing to let on.<br/><br/>Slowly, gasping and choking for air, she reached up to grip at the muscular arm that held her in place, but her company dropped her the moment the warning was issued, supposedly pleased enough with the threat to let her go. She felt in an unceremonious heap to the ground, coughing and rubbing at her throat as her company proceeded to disrobe further, leaving the shiny material that had covered them behind. The islander had never seen such material before and as it gave a soft impact into the ground, she was surprised to see it sink into the dirt. Her eyes glazed over the material and found their way to the giant, towering even taller now from her place knelt on the ground. Just how strong was this creature? The plating they had been adorned with had done well to cover the girth of their person as the islander finally took a good look at their body. It was rightly impressive and if she wasn't so pissed at the stranger, she may have translated that to speech, but the thought of doing so died early on and when their eyes were on her, she flinched softly and growled. Whatever this stranger was implying, it sounded like she was offering help. Without their dragon, the rider themselves was of little importance to the islander; she had little ill will against the stranger, just the lizard.<br/><br/>Slowly, the petite mocha rose to her feet and brushed herself off as her company murmured more things about their horn. "Aye dun tink aye be gwann wit da likes ah ya, dragonridah..." she muttered herself as she took in their surroundings once more. The last thing she wanted was to have to hang around such a tempermental stranger any longer than necessary, but as she viewed the dense forests around them, a sad realization dawned on her once more. She had no fucking clue where she was. Clearly the walls of her village were more of a setback than she'd previously thought when safely inside of them. Making a clicking sound with her tongue, it only took her a moment of thought before she begrudgingly turned on her heel and stalked after the giant leading the way.<br/><br/>The souls of the few cannibals they had killed still lingered on the battlefield and a few started tagging along, circling around the islander unbeknownst to the one leading them. The spirits whispered to her and she softly swatted them away. Even if they were friendly spirits trying to talk with her, the cannibalistic people spoke a different language than her and it would take time for the spirit to learn to speak properly in the afterlife.