Moonspear it’s not meant to be

admittedly, though much to his dismay, huojin’s english skills had diminished during his time outside of the wilds. he’d gotten used to speaking mandarin, understanding its complex tones, and had allowed himself to forget much of his second language.

nonetheless, he focused himself on understanding the dark woman’s words. des-de-mo-na, he repeated silently, my name is huojin. the lionet’s words were accented, somewhat unclear, but should have been understood to some degree.

i, eh.. sorry, huo continued, this is.. moonspear? it’s pretty. he glanced in either direction. can i live here?