Wapun Meadow When different languages meet

Aheshi followed after the girl for some time, although she did not seem eager to go far. A few tense moments occurred when Zhavvi's gaze drifted across Aheshi's own, but there was no connection - she was likely looking out for her father, who had thus far kept a tight hold upon his daughter. <'His fears for her are valid.'> Aheshi thought, when those moments of apprehension ebbed away. While the intruder worked her way over the land, gradually drifting closer to the girl, Zhavvi's pace did not change too much. She was a quick child, no doubt, and Rakharo likely favored his kin just as much as any other Dotharan; perhaps she would be a fighter. A dull smile slid across Aheshi's features at this thought, feeling a stab of adrenaline while images of Zhavvi's broken body (and her father's reaction) sifted through her mind.

Due to having a low vantage point, and remaining hidden for much of the journey, Aheshi was not aware of anything ahead of them; she was so intently watching Zhavvi that she faltered in her other observations, and Zhavvi had suddenly reached a ledge which now served to turn the tables. Caught by the girl's attention now - wholy and undivided - Aheshi had to fight the urge to bare her fangs, to charge ahead and attack. Instead, she shrank back a step and sat down among the grasses.

"Kii ui coi wux wiilirka ve." Zhavvi's voice rang out, indicating her position to more than just Aheshi now; there wasn't much time.

"Si mi vi shivi, dout opsola ess ve." She lied, quickly, efficiently, but lying was not one of her strong suits.

Aheshi was addled by the sudden turnaround in the situation, and while she wished to get close to this girl and destroy her - to teach her father a lesson - using tricks of the tongue wasn't her way. Aheshi's tail lashed at her hips, naturally curving up, but she was mindful of her posture now. As much as it pained her to appear submissive, she would have to do it for the sake of the lie.

"Jaci vucata wux jahen ti mobi." Aheshi added, trying to hide her disappointment behind some smug words. The Dotharan were proud people, and so Aheshi hoped to play with the girl's pride to conceal her own motives. If she were riled enough, perhaps her lie would be sufficient.