Barrow Fields guzila

it was easier for anu to listen than to talk; his long ears swept forward in anticipation, flicking only once as rokig spoke. the male seemed stressed, that much was evident. for a moment the hawk wondered if he had not used the right word, but his doubt was fleeting. besides being enormously assured of himself, anu's first word in the commoner's tongue had been fate.. he was unlikely to forget it.

rokig detailed they were not on talking terms; it was a colloquialism he was not used to hearing, and the idea of talking to fate sounded bizarre but very pleasing to anu. he allowed a slight smile to appear. "aie," he exclaimed quietly, shaking his head at the male's lack of understanding of fate. "fate.. talk to you, even if you are not friend of it."

he nodded once, the gesture stern, as rokig asked if he followed it. it was a simple answer when it deserved a much more complex explanation, but anu did not have the energy to delve into why - not when his conversational skills in the common tongue were so rusty. "i.. find it."