Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

his eyebrows lifted slightly as the foreign words fell out of her mouth in a whisper, but said nothing in return to this sentiment of hers. syèl la. her voice was filled with wonder. then she spoke again, this time in the common tongue, her voice sharper than before.

"aditya," he offered willingly. "yours?"

he inhaled and held back a small sound; she smelled faintly of the plateau. when had she been there, and why? instinctively, he craned his head ever-so-slightly to peer at her, looking at her backside. though with no ill-intent whatsoever: he was making sure she had a tail.

she had a tail. letting out his breath in a small, faint sigh, he gave her a smile once more. "i've been on my guard lately," aditya explained, lest she find this long look of his strange. "a lone wolf attacked my family, and we've been on the lookout."