She wasn't sure what to expect, in the origins of the sound.  A puma, a lion, a tiger, who really knew? But a man? She hadn't anticipated that.  It put her on edge, left her wondering if it was a trick, or a trap.  Was he simply running from the beast? No.  A quick glance at the man and it was easy to tell that he was a warrior.  If his quick movements hadn't been proof enough.  So then what was he? Was he a shape shifter? Silken Mercy had warned her about them before she'd left the village...if that was the case, then Ivory Dove was better off far away from the man.<br/><br/>With that in mind, the young woman continues backing away from him.  When he speaks to her; his hand outstretched, Ivory furrows her brow.  He wasn't speaking her language, that much was obvious, the question was; what language was he speaking? And was he threatening her? Trying to warn her away?  What did he want? What was he after?<br/><br/>The hardwood staff stood firmly in place in front of the slender female; the bits and pieces of metal and stone shone along the sides of the weapon; a visible aid of more power to the newly exalted solar.  She'd made the weapon herself, with the aid of her tutor, Silken Mercy, of course, but she knew how to use the weapon like she knew how to use an arm.   It was an extension of herself, and if it looked like the strange tribal man was going ot attack her, she wouldn't hesitate in striking out against him.<br/><br/>She calmed as he continued speaking however; the calm tone he spoke in reassured her that he did not wish to harm her; and she was able to catch one word in his short introduction that she actually understood.  Straegoi.  Spirit of the gods? Was that what he was? Or was that what he thought she was?<br/><br/>"I don't understand you..." She says with a shake of her head and a frown.  It was always frustrating when she didn't understand something...there must be some way for them to understand eachother...<br/><br/>She brightens up considerably as he actually manages to ask her a question she understood.  Relaxing her defensive position; her gray eyes sparkle with delight as she begins speaking.  "I haven't brought you here.  I don't know why you think I have...maybe it was the call of my essence? In any case, you are wrong if you think I am Straegoi.  I'm not...are you?" she asks curiously as she takes a step closer; carefully examining the man....although, with a flushing face; she had to concede that there was a lot to examine.<br/><br/>"You...don't understand anything I'm saying, do you?" She suddenly realizes dejectedly.  There went the hope that he spoke her tongue.  This would be more difficult than anything else.<br/><br/>Suddenly; an idea flashed in the solar's mind.  "Wait here." She orders the warrior man, holding up one finger, and gesturing him to stay where he was before she begins to scramble towards her belongings.  Fishing through her things, she finds her language book and pulls it out of her bag before walking back to the man.<br/><br/>"Alright, let's see what can be done here..." She murmurs before she begins to try out different languages on him; determined to find the right one. Leafing through the thin, well aged pages;  Ivory Dove nibbles on her lower lip as she tries to  figure what language he was most likely to speak.  The book she read from was inches away from falling apart; the old leather cover filled with cracks, and the binding had been redone so many times; the original threading might as well have never existed.<br/><br/>"<em>Salutations</em>" She says in a language only found in the mountains.  Waiting a moment or two, she tries again.<br/><br/>"<em>I welcome you</em>" She tries again, in a language predominately found among island regions.<br/><br/>"<em>greeting you is what I am doing</em>" She says in yet another language from who the hell knows where.<br/><br/>"Hello."  She finally says; inches away from giving up.