Blacktail Deer Plateau Rewrite your history

When she repeated the word back, his grin was wider than ever before. “Yes, like that!” he said, praising her. It wasn’t perfect, not quite, but it was close enough and he was still proud of her, either way. Honestly, even if she completely butchered it, he would have been glad—because at least she was trying and putting in a good effort. “You can call me either,” he told her shortly thereafter, having no preference. Whatever she felt most comfortable saying, he would adjust to.

Aningan thought for a brief moment when she asked about her own appearance, then exclaimed, “Nuvujak! A cloud.” Pallid yet dusted with a saddle of grey tones, he could imagine her blending in well with clouds over the sea. “When we met, I thought your eyes resembled the sea—your sisters’, too.” The colour joined by the scent of salt on their pelts had, at the time, made it difficult for him to think anything else.

Soon, she was offering him a word of her own, which he rolled over in his mind multiple times before making any verbal attempts. “Hi—hee?” he paused, thought for a second, then continued. “Hee-young?” Aningan was not so sure of himself and smiled sheepishly after finally managing to get the word out.