Moonsong Glacier humph!

Usually, at the sound of her second tongue, the wisping specter would’ve conducted herself much the same way as she’d had with Athansius: flitting and frolicking, fizzing with fancy and a gregariousness too lasting, too much-ness to hold within such a fragile frame. ...But her son was lost to her — for even if they had found him, Dragomir would remain lost to her not unlike the way she’d once been lost to her own sire and dam.

So her voice continued to cinch with a dash of her own melancholy, “Eu sunt Aurëwen,” regardless of the minute curl of a fleeting smile at her torn lips, “Limba română nu este decât... sora, dacă vrei, din adevărata mea limbă natală.” A pause. “Are you born of ze uncharted norths, as I am?”

wow this is Short im sorry ;a;