Stavanger Bay i've never believed

taisun is habitually mistrustful of the graceful and powerful feline from where she looms like a queen upon her throne from above. death from above, his mind cautions him. taisun does not cross paths with felines very often and he remembers the words of cautions from the elders all the same. she speaks to him, in the gibberish dialect of the common tongue speakers and it hits his brain as noises; vowels and consonants without any meaning. he cannot string them together to make sense and for all the good it does, she might as well be speaking to a stone.

as equally unwilling to understand.

wǒ bù míngbái, māo. he breaks his held to silence, his native tongue spilling off his lips in what sounds like poetry to his ears when compared to the harsh sounds of the tongue she uses.