Blackfeather Woods lighter than an eiderdown

"Maegi," she responded absently, giving the name she'd given seemingly so many times (little did she know how many more times she'd have to give it before she entered the Void). Her mind grew clouded for a moment--it tended to, sometimes, and she'd ingested a couple poppy seeds for fun just a few hours before--before becoming sharp once more, focusing like a razor on the rest of Shivali's sentence.

"Aningan Tundra?" Maegi asked, tilting her head slightly in inquiry. "I don't know where that is. North. . . Oh, wait!" She remembered something Kove had said to her, before the war. About the North, and his own language. . . "So you and Kove are both from the North. Does that mean you speak In--Inntut, no--Inuttut, too?"

That would explain her halting words in the common tongue. She had thought Kove's speech beautiful, but he'd been quite busy; perhaps this woman could teach her the language, instead!