Northstar Vale Your art was the prettiest art of all the art.

Um. Isn't that what she said?! She squinted at him, aware of his mocking tone. Ho-ta-rrwu, she drew out, though still flubbing that last consonant. She'd get there, eventually. But she wasn't having any of this prince's shit tonight.

The fireflies were too pretty for that.

Ovuh thewh, Lilitu explained with a gesture toward whence she came, almost immediately self-conscious of her speech. Damn, and she thought she was doing so well! Still. She swallowed down her self-doubt, glancing at Haruki. I nevuh seen so many, she explained.

Did they not gather around Mama's den as much? She was starting to feel quite sour about this whole encounter.