Sheepeater Cliff Looking towards the sky

"That makes sense, sounds like an important task." The weather was a force that affected all and could be deadly if not properly watched or dealt with. Dante was less sure on the lunar cycles, but then again, he wasn't very well a Naturalist,was he? If she knew the significance, obviously then she deserved to hold the rank.

She didn't seem angry at his question, just annoyed. Dante would take it. Obviously she was posed the question often from her reaction, but she answered kindly enough, so he didn't worry about it. Wow that seemed a long ways away. He wanted to ask how she had gotten here, but he knew he wouldn't really appreciate that sort of delving were it him answering, so refrained. If she had wanted to elaborate, she would have. Instead he focused on the other part. "That language, Français, that was what you were singing in, was it not? It's beautiful." Dante's home too had had another language, long long ago. Apparently when they had left their ancestral home though the language had died out, and now only a few words remained to tell of the tongue, Dante's family name being one of them. He mourned the loss a bit... it would have been neat to switch between as effortlessly as Erika did.