5/2/2025, 8:23 PM
The words had slipped free of him cleanly, like water trickling free from a crack in ice. It felt almost like lancing a wound, at first: bright, clear. But the moments that followed, the half-shaped memories that welled up along with his native tongue, made Trygve's mouth buzz as though he'd chewed on pine needles and his head try to empty itself like an overturned cup.
The boy was well-used to his episodes, now. He considered trying to excuse himself, or simply let the emptiness wash over his consciousness and hope it wasn't too obvious. But he instead warred against it, focusing on the here and now with a deep breath to remind him of the scents that surrounded himself. Nuvts’eyaȟa was speaking once more, each word shaped and placed into the air with an artisan's care and craft. That was more than enough to bring Trygve's awareness back, the glazed-over look in his eyes fading as he pricked his ears to catch every word and the motions to substitute what her vocabulary lacked. He wished he knew at least a few words in her own tongue, to bridge the gap back the other direction rather than relying on the wisp-woman to make all of the connections necessary.
She said it sounded nice, and stepped closer. The boy allowed her into his space without flinch or comment - she wasn't going to hurt him. No-one could. Trygve huffed sheepishly, before aiming a surly look at the ground.
Thanks.He replied, his soft voice at odds with his demeanor. He glanced back up.
Yours - uh....He only knew the one word - the mist-wolf's name.
Yours is nice, too, I'm sure. If you...wanted to share.He offered awkwardly, warring with his rather obvious interest in learning more with an effort to remain cool and unaffected.
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