The moment Nishka spotted Lydia, she was apprehensive. As the strangely-dressed girl---garbed in clothes Nishka had never seen before---introduced herself, she slowly backed up against one of the porch's tall pillars. Her instinct was to run and flee for the cover of the woods, in case this was some sort of a trap. Her heart hammered in her small torso, but she didn't flee. At least not yet.<br/><br/>"Lydia?" she asked, cautiously, one hand coming up to touch at her lips through her veils. "A girl? My neighbor?" She seemed thoughtful and apprehensive as she spoke the short sentences. "Nishka," she said, a bit excitedly. "My name, it's Nishka."<br/><br/>She smoothed at her long black skirt nervously, looking towards the ground. Her emerald eyes peaked at Lydia from beneath the slit in her veil, however. They looked exotic, in fleeting moments, and there was something unusual about them. They never seemed to hold still long enough to be studied, though, and Nishka flitted much too anxiously under obvious staring, anyway.