Mount Apikuni let the bed sheet soak up my tears

The newcomer was not very talkative. This was fine with Grezig, who had only recently become more talkative herself. “I am Grezig,” she said, dipping her head in greeting. “When did you join our group?”

It was strange, conversing like this. A few months ago, one would have gotten only grunts and nods out of her. Now, she spoke almost as much as she used her body language. She supposed she was simply adapting to the group. Back home, when she had been growing up, hardly anyone had spoken unless it was absolutely necessary. But here, everyone spoke all the time. Very strange.