The shaman has sent Saval out to gather some herbs, a duty he can't help but resent a bit, because there are more important things he could be doing and more junior healers who could be doing the menial tasks.
As he's stoically picking leaves from trees and trying to make it a sort of relaxing meditative exercise, he catches a flash of movement out on the beach, and ventures closer to investigate. He conceals himself behind a tree and peers suspiciously out at the woman wandering the shore.
Humans aren't completely foreign to him; Sarek's wife has been around as long as Saval can remember. That doesn't mean he wants to see more of them invading his home. He creeps closer, blending expertly into the undergrowth, to assess how much of a threat she is and see how many more humans she's got with her.
Nyota's more than a little relieved that they managed to find safe harbor; the storm destroyed one of their masts and caused a lot of other damage that's difficult to repair at sea. She brought three others with her to shore, and they're not far behind in case she runs into any unfriendly natives. So far so good, she thinks, though there's a prickling at the base of her spine. A feeling that she's being watched.
Her eyes scan the foliage as she tries to determine if there's really someone there. She's learned to trust her instincts, but she dislikes being on shore enough that she's probably overly paranoid. The familiar rocking is absent, replaced by an almost uncomfortable stillness. She keeps her eyes pealed as she wanders further down the beach.*
Saval doesn't miss the three crewmates backing her up. He hadn't thought it wise to confront her alone, but now he's certain of that. He might have the advantage of superior strength and knowing the land, but he can't take four armed humans on his own if they get violent, especially when he doesn't know enough of their language to be able to explain himself.
He backs away and turns to head back to the village, but as quiet as he is, he can't do anything about the loose branch that snaps off a nearby tree and falls noisily to the ground near his feet.
Nyota is prepared to continue searching along the coast line for more supplies when her sharp ears pick up the sign of a branch cracking. It was obviously caused by either a human or an animal, and both are of interest to her. She holds up a hand to tell the men behind her not to move as she creeps closer to the trees. When she nears the source of the sound she moves more quickly, but still as silently as she can, trying to glimpse wherever or whoever is there.
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As he's stoically picking leaves from trees and trying to make it a sort of relaxing meditative exercise, he catches a flash of movement out on the beach, and ventures closer to investigate. He conceals himself behind a tree and peers suspiciously out at the woman wandering the shore.
Humans aren't completely foreign to him; Sarek's wife has been around as long as Saval can remember. That doesn't mean he wants to see more of them invading his home. He creeps closer, blending expertly into the undergrowth, to assess how much of a threat she is and see how many more humans she's got with her.
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Her eyes scan the foliage as she tries to determine if there's really someone there. She's learned to trust her instincts, but she dislikes being on shore enough that she's probably overly paranoid. The familiar rocking is absent, replaced by an almost uncomfortable stillness. She keeps her eyes pealed as she wanders further down the beach.*
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He backs away and turns to head back to the village, but as quiet as he is, he can't do anything about the loose branch that snaps off a nearby tree and falls noisily to the ground near his feet.
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