Blackfeather Woods lighter than an eiderdown

“Maegi,” the northern attempts. It is the same as any other word of the common tongue, unfamiliar and clunky. Shivali smiles anyway, repeating the name once quietly to herself. As the girl speaks, even if it is fast, and a lot at once, there are more that she knows and hopefully piecing it together works in her favor. It is known Kove is from the North, too, and she hopes someone finally understands. “Âha! Inuttut,” she chirps, perhaps a bit more excited than she should. She doesn’t suspect the girl magically knows the language she shares with their leader but they’ve made headway to better attempting to understand once another. “Not so good, uh… your tongue?”