Gyrfalcon's Keep Imma shine

Forget pretty, she was downright adorable once she got going.  Rosalyn listened with a growing smile as she began rattling off an explanation, missing some of it as her brain accustomed to once again parsing the tongue.  Very rusty.

"Hace mucho tiempo.  I am rusty."  She responded with a laugh of her own, finding herself pleasantly warming up to the woman without her usual sass off upon meeting.  "Rosalyn, de la Islas del sur.  Encantado de... conocerte también." She hesitated a bit on the words, but finished, and her tail swept the sand.  "I haven't heard or spoken since I left.  It has been years.  What brings you to the shore?". She switched, sad to find it was more comfortable, but with a renewed interest.  If she could get this girl to sign on, it would be like having a piece of home.  While not necessarily a time she wanted to revisit, just the language would be wonderful to have around once more.