Cerulean Cape and you extend your hand

Furi shrugs off any attempt for elaboration. She has plenty on her plate to sort and categorize before she makes any attempts at explaining it to Blixen. It might not be a good idea to ever bring it up, anyway. 

For the time being, she focuses on the new task at hand. She listens to the words spoken to her, trying to keep up as Blixen continues without giving her a chance to try. “Ma tag in Furi, chon what?” The words are simple on their own but stringing them together feels like stumbling through mud. It’s clunky and it’s not smooth like the common or tundrian tongues. It shouldn’t be too hard, though, as most words she’s able to determine what she means by tone and the fact some of them sound like words she does know. 

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