Cerulean Cape and you extend your hand

She doesn’t expect to leave right away after all the commotion that just happened but her agreeance seems to give Blixen enough motive to do just that. It takes a few seconds for Furi to register she needs to move along but at the same time, the girl agrees to teaching her. She’s never learned a language other than the ones her parents spoke to her, and it has been a long time since she’s been exposed to anything remotely related to her mother. That one blip with the ghost-like creature had been the last and she isn’t so sure she knows enough to be useful. It’s irrelevant in Drageda, it seems, because they speak their own tongues too.
 
Once she’s caught up and side by side with her friend, she hums to herself in consideration. “What’s nomi?” she asks. “You use it a lot.” There is never enough context to figure it out, or to be sure, especially when she doesn’t know as much as maybe she should.

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