Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

a word of gratitude, that was simple enough! neon would listen closely now, trying to remember the word and think about how she can best say it without butchering and insulting inkeri.

neon goes slow. "t-takk? sskuul d-du ha? no, no that's not quite right." no that wasn't right, it sounded off. a shake of her head, she tries again. "t-t-tak. ssss-skal. du. ha." perhaps she was secretly imitating a snake with the second word, but it sounded better than the first attempt. a bit choppy, but hopefully not sloppy.

neon looks towards inkeri, awaiting judgment. and soon after, she would share her word. "thank you, danke." neon liked how straightforward her language was in the sense that it was just one word (though the fact that one word could also have 5 different meanings often made it difficult to speak). german sounded different from norsk, and neon couldn't deny the beauty she found in inkeri's voice when speaking.