jathora:

This time Jathora had seen the other first. It wasn’t hard for her to catch eye of him, since he had that half mask on. She was reminded of the tribesmen a little west of the Hollwe Valleys in her universe, where the seasons spontaneously changed out of order and the dead walked the earth. But he was nothing like them. Otherwise, he would have been marked from head to toe with telltale markings.

Now that she had been looking at him, she blinked and made herself look away. She had no idea how to introduce herself, or say hi, and so she went with the one she was most used to:

“So, uh…did the other part fall off or…?”

“…It was made this way.” 

He kept his distance from her, no the mask didn’t hide his face all that well but it did give him an eerie presence. 

He said nothing else, not really sure how to deal with this new person.