Lion Head Mesa It's already too late

Plot twist time, XD

She told him of how she saw him. Much. Was she praising him? Even still, the comment was vague. How was he supposed to take it.

Khaba soon found himself lost in a stare. It was one of confusion.

Shifting in slight discomfort, the mazoi glanced down to his feet. When his eyes finally lifted, he inhaled heavily, then released it unto a deep grunt. M-.. mooh.. No, that wasn't it. How had she pronounced it? Mm-.. muh-.. muhck? It was quite evident he was struggling; but then, this was the first word he had attempted to speak in years.

The beast gazed curiously upon the girl, wondering how she would receive what she likely thought to be the last thing he would ever do: speak. None, including her, had ever heard him speak. But he had his reasons... reasons he may later share, should he continue to learn the words of the world.