Sawtooth Spire Snowdrift and Sadness

a new language? that interested gracious. she was older, and she knew that picking things up could be difficult, her hearing would be less sharp. yet she only felt excitement with the idea of learning. she had the desire to expand her knowledge, and this young girl next to her would be her next mentor. a pupil, gracious thought to herself, she hadn't called herself that in such a long time.

"language may be a barrier, but i can always try to learn that too." she said, a grin on her face. she liked ainhoa, not for the skills that she possessed, but for the kindness in her being. she had a feeling her conversations with her would continue to be pleasant. as for talk of the bluff cliff they resided on, gracious spoke once more. "what do you suppose we call this place? certainly gives you a bird's viewpoint."