<div align="center"><strong>-=the unknown element – Eavesdown Docks, Persephone – blending?=-</strong></div><br/>‘<em>Kwai jio kai?</em>’  Did she hear right? The artificially red-haired young woman lifted her head but didn’t bother looking around. She had nowhere to go anyway, much less any intention of making a fuss. Scene making was waaaay down on her list of things to accomplish today. But those women were talking to her, or about her, and meanly. What had she done? Tried to grab a little rest where there was none to be found. At least the approach of a man swung their attention away from her and she could go back to contemplating the places she might be likely to flourish once back to some safe ground.<br/><br/>Except… the guy approaching wanted attention of his own sort, the attention of the girl trying not to gain attention. Whatever could he mean by a good grapple? He wanted a handshake? “Uh,<em>nihao. Kuai qu hen yuan de di fang?</em>” she pleaded quietly, trying to make the man ignore her with an unfriendly but less than aggressive brush off.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/><em>Nihao</em>: hello.<br/><em>Kuai qu hen yuan de di fang</em>: Go away; lit. Go far away very fast.<br/>