Broken Antler Fen i want to be better

atla watches as the stranger draws nearer, keeping a decent amount of space between them. he introduces himself as odyessy and she tries to contemplate how she would pronounce it. in the end she gives a small nod to communicate that she heard him; fear of not wishing to butcher it. atla. she offers with a soft wag of her tail. for a while, as she tries to gather the individual words in her mind, sorting thru them, she is silent. yu brana hir? it was simple enough...so why was there always that barrier? you brand new here? she asks, words tentative only because she is unsure of her translation.