Stone Circle father chose me

an elder comes to him, draped in robes of tarnished gold and earth; a man of importance from his body language, gait and words offered.

but they are mostly in common!

the nightingale's sinikello struggles with translating it in his mind.

picking it apart sound by sound like a bird pecks at carrion.

piecing it together like a puzzle with pieces painfully missing.

but hallo is greeting! and heim is familiar too! it is fjordic in it's nature. home.

ah, valtivi pauses. this ... home?