Greatwater Lake there with my crooked teeth

She would not dare to even try to pronounce the name that had been given but she still attempted to commit it to memory. Surely Nona would wish to know of neighbors up north. Scout. Come. Her headed nodded. Come. She cooed back with a brief toothy smile that seemed to look out of place on her typically sunken features. It was genuine though, every inch of it.

What like? Home? She questioned in the best way she knew how. Was this new Kytheloki (as pronounced by the earthen woman) shrouded in the trees she found herself loving at her own home? Or were their lands unique in their own way?