"I know all the ranks," Portia beamed, though that was hardly an accomplishment, "And bluma, is kind of a word for plants-- I think." She paused briefly, trying to put something together in her head before she let out a breathe. "Ai laik Portia, Skayona kom Drageda... uh.. shopta?" she asks, tail waving. She's pretty sure that's the right greeting, and is pretty proud of herself in this moment. 

Portia beamed, pleased that she had in fact said the right phrase, and was excited that Freyja had praised her for it-- being praised by a child, how amusing. It was still exciting nonetheless, and her tail beat against the ground happily. "Thanks, hun, I'll remember that," she said, smiling brightly at the goufa.