Who the damn hell is that down there, calling him by name like they know him or something? And hitting his tree? Bariyan spares a moment to look around, spotting a few more bits of color strewing the otherwise drab-slash-fel-green forest floor. He commits their relative positions to memory. North blue, northwest red, east red and further east bronze. And maybe, maybe black off to the west, but he's not sure... and he's not sure he wants to confront that.

Then Bariyan starts dropping back down through the branches to kick his tree-smacker in the head.

When he finally sees the man's face, he is overtaken by -- not surprise, because the moment he'd heard himself addressed by name some part of his mind had woken up and immediately put two-and-two together -- joy. That's it. Fierce, anger- and confusion-flavored joy, which is why Bariyan leaps out of the tree from several feet above the ground to land square on his feet in front of Koltira. He blazes with Light.

"You!"