Qeya River Pink nose, pearly toes

a smile and a nod to her ramblings, often more words are given than what is needed for the native to understand what someone is trying to convey. considering how far her english has come, shikoba likes to think that she can understand more abstract words and their meanings, even more so be able to use them in her own context.

"it's many feelings, and a big journey to take," she looks out towards the outerlands beyond natigvik, "but in the end, amalia becomes whole. that is something most lack."

a cold wind blows through shikoba again, and despite her coat and burning blood, she can't help but shiver. "shikoba is tired, and cold," a little laugh is offered, "bedtime for me. is amalia staying up?"