(OoC: I'm sorry if I messed up Stephen's replies. Short...)

“Who’s out there? I’d offer myself up as a meal if I could, but I don’t think I’d be all that tasty, nor does the prospect of becoming the dinner of another appeal to me all that very much.”

Elea’s sister chuckled mentally. This person’s funny. She lowered her makeshift sword a bit, then slowly walked out. She still saw a shadow of a person, but the child still kept her guard up.

The Union called out, her voice carried a hint of fear, “Who are you?”

The shadow responded after a moment, “I am Stephen, who am I talking to?”

“Elea.”

The person in the fog began to walk towards her. The Union’s right foot twitched, readying herself to run if she had to. Stephen began to become visible through the fog, his hair was stuck to his head, which appeared black. His skin was tan but a bit red on the arms, besides a black area on his chest. He was apparently only wearing shorts. Elea noticed that he kind of looked startled for a minute, possibly noticing the stick she held.

“There’s no need to attack me, I’m sorry if I had startled you. You actually scared me too, I did not now there was anyone out here.” The man tilted his head to the left, “How old are you, Elea?”

The Union kept her eyes on him, “I’m ten.”

Why did he ask that? Our height?

Don’t know.

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