4/29/2025, 12:44 AM
Introductions went smoothly, although he hadn't been particularly concerned. The mist-woman seemed gentle of spirit like Akira, and that more than any name or other small talk put Trygve somewhat at ease. She smiled at him warmly in response to his query, which only prompted a slight lift of the boy's brow. He was used to this treatment from his companion, but not strangers. It was...not unwelcome, but made him feel a little suspicious.
Nuvts’eyaȟa's attention turned to explaining where she was from, which turned out to be a description via charades and heavily-accented, stilted words. Trygve watched her movements with rapt attention, and tilted his head slightly in response to the sound of the woman's voice. She seemed friendly, even excited to try to chat, despite the obvious obstacles.
I see. We haven't been that far south yet.He sounded a little hopeful, maybe expectant - he didn't think there was any reason they wouldn't keep meandering south.
He frowned slightly; puzzling over a thought.
Uh...I guess you don't speak much Common?He didn't bother with beating around the bush or sparing her feelings over it. He was twice her size, but the boy knew he was half the wolf his companion was. He tilted his head again, maw parting slightly as something he knew but didn't know settled itself on the tip of his tongue.
Jeg snakker litt norsk.The words spilled free before he could think, the sweet cadence of his mother-tongue hitting the air like a jay's croaking alarm-call. Static buzzed at the edges of the boy's mind, things better left buried surfacing in incomplete shards that were bitter with rot.
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