Dragoncrest Cliffs The ribbons and the wrappings

Wildfire knew a little from over time and picking some things up along the way and confirming it put a smile on her face. She is equally excited to learn the language, too, and it’ll make it easier for the children. They are to learn it just the same as she is sure Portia and Dio’s litter will pick it up after being immersed. They themselves have been learning over time and it gives her a feeling of home. The wolves from Trigeda are working—Drageda is the same as Seageda just as it is different. “I can help. As can the others, I’m sure,” she explains with a swish of her tail that brushes against Wildfire’s flank. Tirgatao and Arlo will likely offer their help in the language and anyone else that has grown to learn it.

When she mentions a surname, Thuringwethil eventually slows to a stop so she can better focus. Last names aren’t something they’ve ever used—or felt the need to use—and it sends a twist in her stomach. A part of her worries the litter is only for her mate, with nothing of her reflected in them so far but Thuringwethil bites her tongue and nods her head anyway. “It is not something we do, but if you want them to have them, they can.”