Dragoncrest Cliffs these wings off the ground

Her soft murmurs are interrupted, and she twists her muzzle to see who the soft greeting belongs to. Recognition sparks quickly, and she replies,  "hei, hux. I'm well. " Feeling quite suddenly as if she owes an explanation, she continues, switching to the common tongue though she knows she ought to be practising her second language. "I was practising - fis op" She switches halfway through, gaze darting to the male. She doesn't know him well, knowing him only by name, and the girl lapses into silence as she waits to see if he'll speak again.