[ Clark does, in fact, notice this little spirit, in the middle of his attempting to chop wood for some bridge-building. It's while he's got the end of his t-shirt up to wipe his face and lifts his head up slightly that he catches them in the bushes... and, smile breaking his face when they wave at him, he makes sure to do the same.
It's not a smooth wave, or anything. Clark kind of wiggles his hand in the air like a dork.
But the spirit disappears before he can ask if they needed anything. And, though he takes a moment to head to the bush and observe where the spirit once was, the memory of the last time he'd tried to approach a spirit with friendly intentions comes to mind.
He won't forget being wounded, that's for sure.
This one had seemed nice, though. For that reason, Clark does his best to commit their appearance to memory, even as he goes back to working on his wood. ]
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It's not a smooth wave, or anything. Clark kind of wiggles his hand in the air like a dork.
But the spirit disappears before he can ask if they needed anything. And, though he takes a moment to head to the bush and observe where the spirit once was, the memory of the last time he'd tried to approach a spirit with friendly intentions comes to mind.
He won't forget being wounded, that's for sure.
This one had seemed nice, though. For that reason, Clark does his best to commit their appearance to memory, even as he goes back to working on his wood. ]