Voices in the distance woke Tarek from his distant state of mind. He froze instantly, the end of his walking stick boring deeper into the soft ground. For a second, he just tried to listen, hoping to understand these new people. He already found himself near the village? He must have lost himself for quite a while if he walked that far. As the voices got louder though, he realized that must not be the case at all.

Stumbling back, his eyes went wide. Far quicker than he expected, the group sounded right on top of him. He'd just ducked out of the way when two men with a dog in the lead came barreling through the brush. Poor leaves found themselves mashed like they weren't something beautiful and worth notice. Dark green eyes turned to meet his. A second later, something whizzed by his head, making the string of flowers he started picking and twining in his hair loosen their hold.

"What?" he asked, too confused to form any more proper response. Did people just attack him before they could even properly meet? He had no expectations like this.

Another voice yelled. Something like, 'Idiot! That wasn't the faun!' But Tarek already fled back the way he came, trailing flowers behind him. Only when his breath became labored and he couldn't even hear the dog behind him did Tarek slow. It was then, oddly enough, that his boot connected with a root and sent him tumbling right in front of a giant tree. He blinked dirt out of his eyes and tensed at the sound of...something?

Lifting his eyes, Tarek found himself looking at the most wondrous thing he'd ever seen, all wrapped up in a sunbeam and crying. "Um...." He flashed back to the word of the attacking men. "Are you Faun perhaps?"