Seaside Moors natives kneel in prayer by their caravans

his head hung low then, eyes like puppy-dog, apologizing for his oh-so-terrible crime of existing near her. light words fell from his mouth, but she did not understand them- only knew a couple of words herself. dakò, she murmured awkwardly, unaware that her mother's language was not understood by all. he did not seem so threatening anymore, with that look... and so she came out of her shell again, padding towards him and purposefully sniffing at the grasses beside his feet, wondering how he might react.