Fox's Glade ageless as the sun

Sia was oblivious to the conflict his scentence has caused, as he was focused on trying to mouth the words of her father's tongue. Once more she repeated the phrase and the brute tried again, mouthing the words to himself. Finally he had a translation, and he smiled slightly, "Thank you." He couldn't agree more. He was definitely a child of the north and he wouldn't have it any other way. 

Siarut had travelled much as well, and met many of different tongues, he had to agree that there were just as many languages as people. The thought of learning them all was fascinating. "A life long endeavour, to say the least." He agreed with the young lady. "But you could try to learn as many as possible." He reasoned that was all anyone could do.

He looked toward sky, gaging the time. The sun had moved some distance since they had started talking. It was time for him to return, Takiyok would no doubt be getting worried about him. "I should return." Sia spoke as her returned to look at the obsidian woman.