Kildeer Rest mummulur

[size=small]One can bring a donkey to a stream, but one cannot force them to drink. In other words - good intentions had no effect on Kausiut, unless she was interested in hearing them out or saw it as an instrument to use in the future for her own selfish gain. You's flailing with her paws was met with a disinterested gaze that said "What else is new?" and then she continued to rummage through her stash of treasures. Her mind was fully occupied with the task at hand and she would go on, until she decided to stop herself. [/size]

[size=small]She found a piece of rabbit fur that had once been something like a cloak that her mom had put on her back. Clothing had had a very short life - Kausiut had had great joy in tearing it apart and eating some of it too. She picked it up and brought back to You: "Narrlek."  It was a combination of something she had heard and something that her mind had created. She had seen that her mom used to go back and forth between two languages that were spoken in the village. Seemed easy. [/size]