Masked by the waves on the rocks and the rushing wind past her ears, Asta didn't hear the woman approach and when her voice called out something it was a shock.  Asta let out a surprised sound, not quite a gasp, and turned quickly to look at who was speaking, crouching just slightly in instinct.  For a few seconds nothing about it made sense.  The woman was incredibly tall, like some of the Swedes and Norwegians who came to festival to see and trade with her people, but so slender compared to them.  And her hair, it was the black of polished reindeer hoof, and almost as shiny.  Her skin was fair like Asta's, though not quite the same shade, and the only thing that didn't surprise her was the turned up look of her eyes.  That was common enough in her part of the world that it was just normal, if still slightly unusual to see in combination with everything else.<br/><br/>She had to be from the plane as well, Asta knew, otherwise how else could she be there?  Unless, unless maybe she lived nearby and happened to see the wreck and had come to help?  Where was her family though, her brothers and sisters and father and uncles and aunts and everyone else?  Then Asta noticed the disheveled state of her clothing and the ragged bit of fabric that held her silky black hair out of her face.  That was a good idea, and the way her own fluttered across her vision made her want to do the same, or at least plait it into a braid and take care of it that way.<br/><br/>The woman, not a girl Asta decided, kept looking at her with a smile as her hands offered the two halves of the coconut.  They looked a bit like a<i>kuksa</i>that had lost its handle and the resemblance to the traditional wooden cup made Asta realize that there was something wet and off white inside, a liquid of some sort.  Thirst made caution vanish and she scurried the last few meters to the woman and grabbed one of the coconut halves out of her hand.  It felt rough and fibrous but the interior was a pretty white and smelled delicious even though she didn't know what it was.  Asta looked uncertainly at the woman, who was still smiling, then tentatively lifted the coconut half to her lips and sipped.<br/><br/>It was warmer than blood and had a flavor that was slightly sweet but it was the wetness of it, the promise of taking the edge off her thirst that made Asta gulp it down and all too soon the half was empty.  Wiping her finger around the inside to get the last of it, Asta found that part of the fruit, or meat of the coconut, flaked off and she brought it to her mouth after a look at the woman to make sure it was okay to eat.  The flesh was flaky and crunchy and flooded her mouth with more moisture and Asta chewed it fully, feeling flaky bits of it crunch and shred between her teeth, before squeezing it between them and her lips to force all the moisture out of them.  She squatted in the shade the woman's tall body cast.<br/><br/>"<i>Giitu.  Giitu</i>," she repeated and held up the coconut half as her head bobbed and she smiled, happy for the moment and for the promise of life that the coconut put back in her body.  And very, very happy to know she wasn't alone.  "<i>Mu namme lea Asta.  Asta,</i>" she said and touched her chest.  "<i>Asta</i>."