Ouroboros Spine Waiting on that morning sun

She did not wait long.

A woman came to greet her. Pale as snow, with kind eyes. She even wore a fur upon her shoulders. Even without yet having a proper introduction, these two already had something in common. Was this way common to this land?

I return the greeting, silatujuk annak. Head bent and ears flat in respect, she spoke. This was the way she had been raised, to greet those wiser and respected. Nasamik hoped they would not take offense to the foreign tongue.