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[h1]𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵[/h1][/color][/center]

The copy of a human face look in the direction of a voice heard, the leaves rustling as the pearls of amber that was her eyes tried to simulate the look of astonishment he once seen when someone would sneak up on another.  She even brought her hand to her chest in a fist and opened her mouth slightly.  It was good practice while she wore this form.  Of course the reasons behind looking like a started farm girl was completely lost on the living tree.

It was the beast that walked.  He reminded her of the dogs that hunt through the woods, but of course he was copying the majority of softbarks as she was... or maybe he was a softbark too?  It was very hard to tell.  

Mirithal faced him with hands folded.  She tilted her head forward.  It was a bow but it was completely robotic.  [color=lightgreen]"Good morning.  I am Mirithal."[/color]  she greeted, her voice more feminine, higher, but quite monotone.  She leaned back up, standing motionless, the tips of her leaves seeming to curl.  [color=lightgreen]"Ar'oa Aqalb, you are looking green with shades of purple and splashes of red.  You are currently determined and cautious.  I apologize for frightening you.  I am trying different shapes to find ones that will not scare any soft barks.  I appear to have failed with this one."[/color]