5/3/2025, 3:24 AM
cloud lash nodded, her ears tipping back, then forward again.
she didn’t answer his offer right away. instead, her eyes flicked to his chest, where breath rose and fell, and then up again to meet his gaze. a pause. then, slowly, she said,
the syllables had a certain rhythm when she spoke them—somewhere between breath and birdsong. but she was watching him now, attempting at what most called, 'common'. then, in her own tongue she pointed to a small bundle of herbs,
thank you,she murmured, the words awkward in her mouth—but careful. meant. her voice was windblown and soft, quieter than his, like she wasn’t used to speaking the common tongue.
she didn’t answer his offer right away. instead, her eyes flicked to his chest, where breath rose and fell, and then up again to meet his gaze. a pause. then, slowly, she said,
cloud lash.
the syllables had a certain rhythm when she spoke them—somewhere between breath and birdsong. but she was watching him now, attempting at what most called, 'common'. then, in her own tongue she pointed to a small bundle of herbs,
herbs,she says.