As Isaiah affirmed himself in the ground, he spoke telepathically, "Greetings foreigners, I…"
*SWOOSH!*
An ice blade shot past Isiah's head, its tip slashing a thin line on his neck. If it had flown a little bit closer, it would have cut Isiah's head clean off his neck.
He looked to see one of the humanoids, a white-skinned and white-haired girl, had her hand outstretched with frost energy still oozing off from her fingers.
Isaiah stood there, frozen, he didn't dare to take another move or say anything else. He felt the gazes of all of them, before they looked at him with curiosity, now, they seemed offended for some reason.
"You opened your mouth to speak as though you believe us to be equals with you," Alora said, her brows furrowed like her peers.
"Tell us, bird, do you believe that?" Chloe asked as her black wings twitched. Isiah felt like those gaze eyes, a combination of brown, gold, and green, were staring straight into his soul.
