Tuktu Hinterlands sometimes i feel you pull away from me

the woman's words were lilted, sung out in a serenade. it was a mixture of common and foreign, neither of which he could understand. frustration might have begun to build if there was an actual purpose behind this interaction.

there wasn't, though. it was just the two of them trying to communicate in absolute gibberish. anathi broke his stagnant expression and sounded a gentle laugh. andazi ukuba mandithini, mfazi. at the least the barrier was mutual this time.