Sleeping Dragon and they called it yellow

aw but hopefully for @Tanja? :) (set before the whole Wifi thing)

 

Finally, the woman had come to the conclusion that patchwork vocabulary would not work. However, there was a difference between speaking the common toungue and simply knowing it. Perhaps, she could learn, and not have to speak it? It had become terribly inconvenitent to have to bug Gavriel to translate something from a meeting, however, her budding detesment for those other than the "geda" origins had put a block in her learning. If the term enemy aliens had been known to her, perhaps her definition of those outside their own culture would have fitted it perfectly. However, never would the woman dare to voice such opinions in the company of Heda, no matter how near or far away. It was simply; she would not conform to the ways of the teekon wolves, by her choice. By mind, the knowledge of the language would be great, but by speech, her tongue was made for trigedasleng and that only.

Traveling alongside the waterways, she recalled the words she did know within her mind, chanting only very softly the common greetings one would use in the language of the teekon. Such strange words they were, and she doubted she would fully grasp the concept of plurals and conjunctions, but nevertheless, she would attempt to try.