Northstar Vale with parted lips in fragrancy of prayer: unearth everything that’s in me

the lesson seemed to be going smoothly, so far as kalika could tell. andraste rose, albeit with visible apprehension. hoping that her student was paying attention, the siren moved so that her haunch was the only region open for the bite's landing. a strategic move that she hoepd would not be missed.

she turned so as to be a semi-circle standing directly in front of her companion. another bite, this one meant to land somewhere between shoulder and throat. and as she dashed away once more, kalika called, is that what you want to learn?

an experienced vixen, she did know how to do what was being asked. however, her preferred language was not the common tongue. she doubted that andraste was familiar with the themiscyran way of speaking, but her accent implied something other... the sylph continued, asking, does the mean know your language?