The boy does not see you approaching him through the air as he is preoccupied, his eyes half closed, near dozing whilst he lazily works on making a doll out of of redwood, bark, blue paste and various dried leaves. He has light brown hair that almost reaches his shoulders, tangled but washed. His skin is tanned from long hours under the sun, his face marked with a 5 days of stubble. His frame is plumb, but there is evidence of muscle in his arms, exposed by the ragged sleeveless shirt, a faded grey in colour. His breeches and boots are in better condition, barely worn in, although the tanning job is a bit sloppy. When he does notices you he blinks, flinching as if your sight burns his eyes. There is a look of confusion on his face as he is unsure whether to be awed or terrified, although his mind seems to be creeping towards the later. "What are you? What are you doing here? I am no threat," he pleads, "Water deep? The sea?" he points towards the cliff edge.