Wapun Meadow When different languages meet

"Rhelli." Came her reply. Another lie, but this one was easier. Since the death of her beloved, Aheshi had taken on a number of names; the crones knew the truth, but they were distant things now. Aheshi bowed her head, and wondered if she should speak further. Anything that fell from her lips would be a platitude, and surely the girl would see through those. To compliment the child who carried Rakharo's blood was too difficult at this point. It would be preferential to simply end her life now - perhaps parade her pelt before the khal, so that he would understand the pain of loss.

Aheshi's thoughts were her own, and she quelled the desire to boldly reach for the girl and pull her from such great heights. She was antsy though, and still swept closer, her eyes daring to look upon Zhavvi's features, unafraid. "Wux re ti tokeq loaw." This was the first truth to slide from Aheshi's lips. "Dout opsola xihoodic." As he should.