Duskfire Glacier and down goes the hatchet on the chopping block 'cus i love you like a mountain

There was relief that he seemed as utterly charmed by the sight. He used a word, one that sounded like his own, and she knew not what it meant. Perhaps it was an expression of awe upon the beauty? Was it the name for this phenomenon? She looked over at her wardog prepared for a question but was instead mesmerized. The green dancing lights seemed to paint him far better, reflected like waves against platinuma shores.

Somewhere in her charmed mind she found her words. That word...teach me? A soft request as she still gazed upon him.