Dragoncrest Cliffs swell of the sea

He turns and greets her, a word she is not familiar with but he has spoken more than once to her. His follow-up question confirms the suspicion but she does not have a chance to respond as Wildfire does, popping up out of nowhere. Thuringwethil turns to her for a questioning moment, though it only seems appropriate she is here for this moment. After a beat, she looks back to Étoille with a dip of her head. “Hei. Or heya,” she says, though they sound like the common tongue in that regard. Many of the words have their similarities. “Bonjour,” she says though the word does not fit in her mouth and it doesn’t sound the same. She smiles awkwardly in apology. “That is the greeting in your tongue?”