Yat was suprised by the noise he was making, even by hovering, his flaping colths seemed to have sounded like feet along with the brushing against the brush. "He...hello?" he couldn't quite see, the sun was in his eyes and the figure was very hard to find, but he sensed the presance. He put his branched arm up and put the top arm's hand up to try to block out the light. "Hello?" he asked again, hoping for a response.
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