Altar of Twilight watch me

He was so... stiff. Rigid. She wondered why he held himself so. Was it an old wound that kept him so, or some cultural requirement? Keres had never heard of the latter, though she was not so quick to assume the former, either; for now, she would feel it out without bringing attention to such things, even if she did wonder over the meaning of the addition to her name.

His short lesson in pronunciation was fruitful, and produced a correction to her own, repeating after him. Tsukuyomi... The name did not as gracefully from her tongue as it did his but at least this time, Keres managed to catch all the syllables.

Oh! An exclamation made in light of recognition. In my culture, we call her Selene. Perhaps it was odd that she would share what her husband called his gods in turn, but on the other paw, maybe it would help bridge some of that gap. She would step closer, just a bit, and ask a new question, curiosity plaguing her as it would a fresh-furred babe. What language do you speak?