Her voice was sweeter.
You're in Mythrishe answered, sitting so he'd be less intimidating.
Blushed meadows to be exact, home to the Kingdom of Avon.His own accent was..mixed, his voice deep, vaguely nordic.
They're nice people thoughIt was then that his crow flew up to sit on his head, the yearling looking mildly annoyed as his ears were squashed down, the blue eyed crow squawking its own hello and bobbing its head up and down.



