Northstar Vale Complaining is Verbal Littering

Not bad. She'd repeated a greeting in the common tongue almost perfectly if you didn't account for the accent. He nodded, grinning as his tail waved behind him in an expression of praise. She'd done well. Him? Oh gosh. He'd destroyed her name. She tried again, saying it more slowly and breaking it out into syllables. There were only two. He could do this. "Zhaaa-vvii," he said again but more slowly. He paused for a moment, glancing at her to confirm this was correct before saying it again, but faster. "Zhavvi." Interesting name, but equally as exotic as she was. Cool.

The look on her face when he called himself by that word, name, thing made him realize the other plain's girl had definitely been pulling his leg. He'd figured as much, but if Zhavvi was laughing at his slip-up now, at least the nickname hadn't been entirely in vain. Nevertheless, her head shake dismissed the word and she came back around to him, tapping his chest again as she riddled off a chain of words that sounded mesmerizing upon the air. "Kero," he said, slipping his nose beneath her chin and nudging it a bit before he lifted a paw to his chest and repeated his name more slowly. "Ker-o."