She 'heard' him before she actually heard him.  His thoughts were random, and not of a brutal nature.  Pulling the flag flower from the nest garden she held it high.  There was always one flag flower in the nest.  Each nest was within eyesight of each other.  This was the workers warning system.  Each flower was lifted in each nest that had been occupied then replanted.  Each farmer sat perfectly still in the nest which was about 5 feet at the widest by about three to four feet.  A curious sensation tickled her stomach.  Excitement.  Perhaps he would come to join the tribe and stay.  Even if he didn't, she was old enough to be bred.  There were many ready, from oldest to youngest which would hover about him.  He was not yet in eyesight, and the workers would wonder, but that would be forgotten in the excitement.<br/><br/>She listened, and he was unnaturally silent, but she could pinpoint the location he was coming from before she saw him.  She inhaled in suprise when she finally did see him because he was a GIANT!  Hearing about men like these in the time before the twisted undeath, and before the mushroom bombs.  She stood full grown at just about four feet, among the tallest, which generally meant among the well fed.  Her mind raced projecting her thoughts at him, her intense curiosity.  She felt relatively safe in her perch.  The village would know about the presence by this point and be prepared to meet him.  There was a strong urge to break protocol and shimmy down a vine to examine him, but she could see that all the girls had the same idea, the same urge.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before he was near the tree she was in, and walking under the gardens above.  She moved nothing but her head to watch his progress.  One of the elders melted out of the underbrush, hardly as silent as the newcomer.  She knew that there would have been some debate, then observation to see who he was.  The best spearman would be nearby, hidden, waiting, just in case.  She could pick out a few of the tribe, which meant that there would be reprimands all round, for being seen.<br/><br/>Headman:  "Ho traveller, you hunt our lands, and this is not permitted"<br/><br/>Trix could have clapped her hand over her face.  It was certainly a way of drawing the giant out to immediately show his intentions.  The giant towered over the tribe, though they were more than a dozen feet from him.  It made the whole of her tribe, even the headman look small by comparison.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>