Gilded Bay timshel

anu felt his thirst slake; the water here, far less brackish than the water of the bay, was a crystalline blue. anu missed the water of his homeland -- cool and soft to the tongue.

while he was suffering from mild nostalgia, anu saw a red figure lurk between tall edges of seagrass. the male that approached had seen anu first (silently anu cursed his own lack of attention -- anti would have never been so caught unawares). lifting his muzzle carefully, anu regarded him warily until the vernacular slipped from the stranger's lips.

disbelievingly, anu almost lost his composure. keeping tight rein on his excitement, the male found himself rushing into the tongue he so sorely missed speaking. "gol domora," he did not wait for a response before he launched into excited gabbing in their mother tongue. "where did you come from? have you been here long --? come, come -- the water here is not so distasteful." anu gestured to his side of the bank, his gaze hopeful.