Sun Mote Copse verlamming

learning a language was a generally difficult task, but anathi found names to be the most trying part. there were just... there were so many! finley bla-ck-torn, he whispered, fi-yur bird. finley blackthorn, firebirds. 

the furrowing of his brow made his rearising frustration clear. anathi took a deep breath and tried to replay finley's words. are you looking for a home? well, yeah! and if he'd understood the question, he would've said so immediately! 

uhh, anathi's tail slowed its wag as he picked his brain, wat now? it was the same phrase that finley'd used earlier. as his youthful energy began to return, he gave her an expectant look, as though waiting for her approval.