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the woman — nyra, kharybdis reminds himself — appears to show interest in his birthpack; or so this is how the furie chooses to interpret her inquiry for an elaboration upon it. for a long moment kharybdis is silent as he contemplates how to word it, how to take the draconian that burns at the tip of his tongue to change into common. in the end, he supposes it matters little. no matter how he managed to translate it, his broken common would never do the spire the right amount of justice.

like ...rocks. he offers; he tries again. not moving. unyielding. like sea. strong. con...conquer. whether or not she could make sense of his broken attempts to explain titan spire or not was up to her. ah..., he pauses, skimming the incomplete dictionary in his mind. women rule. always. this, unfortunately, was the best that kharybdis could do given his present level of common.