Sunbeam Lair You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me

Her ears flickered at the statement, nodded at the question, and then thought on it. The silver wondered at the Trigedasleng — she hadn’t quite considered if her children would grow with only the common tongue. Aside from the frequent give of bounkola, Aure hadn’t really heard the rough-hewn language in quite some time. But, regarding Athan's question once more, she hummed, "Mi-ar placea sa. Dar soțul meu-- Adică, tatăl," snagging her tongue, "Are propria sa limbă."

Aure looked as if she wanted to say more, but she only pressed her scarred lips into a thin line and let her eyes fall to the croaking currents.

In the near-fortnight they'd quarreled, and adore him as she did, they hadn't breathed naught a word to another; unless it pertained to childing and the watching of them. Frustration was shown by an irriant, cat-like twitching of her tail, though. On her part, at least, she missed her beloved, and felt so faraway by this rift; but by this point, she hoped Diaspora knew how diligent she'd come to be once more. All she said to Anathsius, though, was a quiet, "Trebuie să vorbesc cel puțin despre asta."

But with the children growing, and their babbling turning to slurry lisps... what would their first words be? Nomi? Mamă? Naneth?  ( Or even, as her twin had jested, emig? )  A softer tremble came to her lips then, imagining Dragomir, pink nose scrunched with concentration soon to come; and Isi, all wide-eyed and slurry with her own focus. "Indiferent de limba pe care o alegem, copiii noștri vor învăța cu ușurință."