This could be heaven or this could be hell

[Aloy]

now i don't know who i've become
and another day breathes
tearing at the seams
and i hope i don't come undone

“Yes.” Replies the chestnut coldly, but she does not alter her horns again. The pale ends of their several sharp tines reach heavenward, their beams and base a rich red-brown. She would happily alter their color by other means if he were to come any closer to her. Aloy grits her teeth, her thoughts turning to an angry buzz, a rush of chilling warmth beginning in her extremities as the first molecules of adrenaline burn down her veins.

Yet he stops, and Aloy frowns at him suspiciously, her green eyes appraising. It seems that pretending gentlemanly behavior is common in Beqanna, and the flight or fight impulse settles. Satisfied that the male is going to keep his distance Aloy shakes out her auburn feathers and settles her wings. Having no particular gift for conversation she directs her attention to the stranger’s appearance in turn.“What’s that hanging over your head?” Those green eyes flash. “Some kind of bug-zapper?”

”Where are you from? Whoever you are.” He hasn’t given his name, like she would even recognize it.

Aloy