Wapun Meadow Not knowing when it opened I'd see you

"I don't understand," she said, as she found herself always saying in the presence of southerners. The string of words that had come before were unintelligible and without much context, the girl could have been saying anything. 

"Uki," she offers her name much as she did to Siarut, the only name she's had in the only tongue she's known. It's obvious she doesn't quite know what to say from there, scuffing a single pale paw through the dirt idly.