Snowforest Taiga you dangle on the leash of your own longing

There. It seemed the both of them understood the common language; Currituck slipped into it and Ephraim let go a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Like her, he'd worried that they wouldn't find any commonality, for in spite of his nerves and the shyness fluttering around him when faced with a peer his own age, he could use a friend. One that wasn't the commander or one of her guards. A friend he could talk about silly things with, drop his guard around, and not worry too much about making an impression.

That was a long way off even if this interaction went anywhere, though, and he swept it from his mind. I didn't understand what you said either, he quietly admitted, then asked, what language was it? Mine was Trigedasleng, from Drageda.