Witch's Marsh please let me blaze

"Hver?"

She cannot understand him, the word feels distant and unusual. The word rattled in her mind but she could not place it anywhere. It did not dawn on her that this was just a man from a place far further than she could imagine. Far different than she knew of. Her tail merely twitched between her ankles in a silent anxiety as she settled her white-hot gaze on him.

Peryite, please. . . The words were a beg to him. She wished to understand him but she could not, it almost threatened to choke her with tears. She had talked to him! Why could he not talk back? Had she never listened enough?