Dragoncrest Cliffs swell of the sea

The small talk exchanges between them and she awkwardly smiles, listening to Étoille repeat the greeting and say something else, translated to yes. It is not weird on his tongue but their words are clunky and simple, at least, instead of the smooth way she’s heard him speak once or twice. When Wildfire offers an explanation, with a fact about the brute she does not know, she turns to look at the fiery woman with a slight cant of her head. “French?” she asks, glancing back, but feeling like she can’t work her way out of the chit-chat to her real purpose for finding her friend.