Northstar Vale Complaining is Verbal Littering

She repeated the strange word back to him. It seemed more natural on her tongue, but it was still different upon his ears. Just one word and he felt as though he'd opened the door to some sort of parallel world where he could only ever glimpse inside.

Her attempt at repeating his earlier statement confused him. Oh. She thought–. Kero shook his head. "Ava'yorn, hello. Hello, Ava'yorn." it was the extent of his knowledge of their tongue. Oh. Except for the name the other female' tried to give him. What was that word again?

As he thought on it, she stole his attention as she pointed to herself and repeated a name. "Shaggy?" he attempted associating her name with the closest name he knew that seemed comparable in his mind. She repeated it again. Well now. He'd pretty much butchered that one now hadn't he? "Zhavvi?" he tried again before she poked his chest. Oh! His turn. And suddenly he remembered what she'd called him. "Tzarafar," he said with a shrug. He had no idea what it meant, but he could run with it.