Kajika was not phased by her reaction. Let her be mad. Let this girl no older than him be upset because he had ruined her... whatever it was she had set up. Not that he had touched it. It's not like it was doing anything. Besides, who used anything so rigid and jarring for anything? Even when he hunted, it was wise to move in something other than a straight line. Prey changed paths and did so in such quick and abrupt manners, chasing directly after more often than not failed. Especially if the hunter was alone.
He could clearly tell she was considering what he'd said. Whatever Skyrippa was going to say before was lost, but he could tell she was not happy with his presence. The brindle and white boy was prepared to turn and depart when he heard her speak. He was right? That was quite unexpected. Then an introduction. Didn't this girl just get mad at him for invading her space? Odd. Then again, Sekhmet was an odd beast. It only made sense that those who remained in Asteraia were odd in their own way.
"Kajika," he said in turn. She didn't seem to be the sort he might worry over his name with, even if others didn't know it. His cerulean eyes lingered on her for a moment. Again, Kajika began to take a step, but then Skyrippa asked a question. Instead of an exasperated sigh, he merely tilted his head slightly. "Not really rituals... But circles, they're everywhere," he started, considering it for a moment, "You don't chase your food in a straight line, you circle around it to get in the right spot. Or think about the seasons. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter, then back to spring. It's a circle. Everything wraps around on itself."
So maybe it wasn't the best answer, but it made sense in to his mind. After all, if life was cycling just like the seasons, it made sense. "And if not that, a clearly marked circle with stones or something gets noticed easier than a straight line," Kajika added with a slight shrug.