Variks tilts his head as the girl approaches, and remains near the waterline in an easy crouch so as to not loom over her. The mechanical limb holds the spear upright so that the pointy tip was out of her reach. He doesn't mind her presence. If anything he's both amused and curious. All four eyes look at the shells she is showing in her outstretched hands and he offers a pleased rumbling hum.

"Such pretty shells, yes? Many stories hold a thread of truth, young one." He said finally, enunciating this with a series of clicks. His head tilts up though as Loki comes over to join them. The Eliksni sighs a little at the question as he considered his words.

"Hm...hard to say." He mused. "My people went from one extreme to another. From a blessed civilization of prosperity to an age of suffering, survival and violence." He shook his head, clicking mournfully. "Variks wishes for middle ground. A home and peace for my people. It is good to work hard to earn things, yesss? But...not at the cost of Eliksni lives."

Holding out one of his hands to the girl called Una, Variks at least offered a sign of human greeting that she might be familiar with. Humans tended to shake hands when greeting each other. His hand had two fingers and a thumb; each tipped with short claws.

"Velask, Una. That is how my kind says 'hello'. I am Variks." He trilled softly, inclining his head.