[The spirit peers down at the both of them for a long moment, then takes a step forward, just barely into the light. There's a long, slender limb with a hand at the bottom, curled so the creature walks on the back of the hand with fingers and palm turned upward. An equally long neck stretches forward, revealing a mask as pure white and smooth as a china doll at the very end of it. Somewhere back there in the darkness, a large body lurks based on where the head and limb extend back to.
The language of the green-eyes bears only limited resemblance to the other spirits and to the people of Beacon, normally - part of why Diode had tried to teach them all how to speak to them separate from what had been learned about the forest spirits' tongue. But this one really does seem like it's trying, forcing its voice into some jumble that these people might just be able to interpret.]
m̸a̵n̷y̶ ̷e̵y̶e̵ ̸ ̵y̷o̸u̶ ̵k̵n̶o̶w̷ ̷t̷h̶i̸s̷?̸
[Another long, long backward limb stretches up, gesturing to the highest point it can reach. It watches the two of them warily as it moves, studying them closely - particularly their lanterns and any visible weapons, making no attempt to hide its interest.]
sticks my leggy out too
The language of the green-eyes bears only limited resemblance to the other spirits and to the people of Beacon, normally - part of why Diode had tried to teach them all how to speak to them separate from what had been learned about the forest spirits' tongue. But this one really does seem like it's trying, forcing its voice into some jumble that these people might just be able to interpret.]
m̸a̵n̷y̶ ̷e̵y̶e̵
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̵y̷o̸u̶ ̵k̵n̶o̶w̷ ̷t̷h̶i̸s̷?̸
[Another long, long backward limb stretches up, gesturing to the highest point it can reach. It watches the two of them warily as it moves, studying them closely - particularly their lanterns and any visible weapons, making no attempt to hide its interest.]