Wheeling Gull Isle chichplei

heda.

the name tasted firm and strong on his lips. it befit an earthbound angel.

"славуј." he spoke simply. then, his teeth showed in a full grin.

"dat's slah-vooy, for yeaur speak-ing."

"ouh, nou nou nou." his cords swayed as he shook his head, still grinning. "ai joo nout vish tchu be ae burden! aend, again, apolojies mis, for inchrudering." he dipped his head.

"bat, yeaur pak, ai-" and the bard stepped away, now speaking with enthusiasm, as if on a stange. "-heard deir sing-ing, sou many daeys! such beauchiful songs, so familiar tchu mi, such joy in jem! aend... then..." 

his enthusiasm waned, tail and head lowered. slavuj looked back at his angel.

"kwai-et! liek deaf dag's w'rld." slavuj turned fully and again approached the wolf. an eye showed between a parting in tassels, full of feeling. "tchell mi, mis heda, vhat sigh-lanced yeaur choir?"