Sesselav was confused slightly by Hasea's strange movement. It almost seemed as if she had planned to move toward her...but had stopped herself. For the briefest of moments, Sesselav suspected an attack but...something was wrong. It was the pheremones perhaps, in the air, all around her, they weren't right. Hasea didn't seem or feel threatened, she didn't give off any marking of territorial nature, no threatening or scared smell. So it was something different.
However, she just clutched her hands in front of her and grinned. True to herself, Sesselav returned that grin as best she could, without looking too weird. People were often put off by her strange mouth, how it was vertical instead of horizontal, and she had mandibles on the outside.
"A sign is what I would call it, perhaps something weaved into the web of fate." Every race had a religion or a faith, a belief of some kind. As insects, the Skirr people believed in something as well. The web of fate, which was not all too uncommon to humans either. Of course, this web was more like the silk weave of a master spinner, and the being that spun it was a giant ant-like creature with thousands of arms and thousands of eyes, constantly weaving the web.
Still, not too different.
"I can tell. They are...intrigued." That is the word that Sesselav could put it. They had their own curiosities, their own natures and predetermined thoughts. However, whatever they had found, would be relevant to themselves. Perhaps a dead carcass, perhaps a stray bit of dung, or even, hopefully, some form of wild vegetable. An onion would be nice. However, Sesselav wasn't close enough to sense the air, to see what they might have found. It would be prudent to simply...go and observe what they had found.
