Silvertip Mountain by it's fire

kharybdis only hopes that the longer he spends in these wilds, the more his common tongue will improve; and truly hope and practice was all he could do. there was no way to get around it and no other way to go about it. having always been more intellectual — though he could and was good at fighting — he considers that he will pick it up soon enough. it would be easier, he thinks, without the lulls in companionship ...but his stipulations for packs was unusual and there was always the chance he would never find one woman-led.

the woman inquires further about venus; and kharybdis' gaze goes skyward once more, studying the arching disk. like ...earth. he offers, apologetic that his explanation was not more elegant. he couldn't phrase it poetically in common the way he could while speaking draconian; and that, perhaps more than anything, grates on his nerves.