Wheeling Gull Isle chichplei

the more this sla-vooy spoke, the more heda understood. she was happy to walk with him then, eyeing as surreptitiously as she could the way his odd fur swung to and fro. "you're no intrusion, slavuj," heda said, stumbling a little over the unfamiliar syllables. "we were always a small flock. if you lose too many at once," and here she shrugged her shoulders.
heda was unsure if bartholomew wanted to rebuild. she wasn't even certain she wanted to put the work in, maybe not until they had more than before. but god would show them the way.
slavuj spoke very passionately of their songs. heda found herself grinning. "are you a singer too?"