Dawnlark Plains natural selection

"Drageda," He tries the word on his tongue and it is utterly foreign. The way he speaks it sounds so matter-of-fact but also deeply familiar. His brow twists up into a tight little knot of confusion, and he squints at Gavriel. "Is she your mate?" he asked, albeit foolishly. 

He hadn't forgotten himself. Gavriel was an interesting name, but otherwise unremarkable to Sitiyok. He didn't possess the old word, nor did he own a name that bespoke of Tartok. Still, it was an opportunity to learn a bit about the smoking peak pack.

it's all good! she didn't say anything so this is news to him!