Stone Circle father chose me

totally fine! <3

embarrassment flames across godslain's cheeks; warming in a humbling way.

his common is horrendous and he knows it as the elderman's words lag in his mind. he does not even know the word used to describe his native tongue!

ah ...— frusteration flutters along his brow, creasing it. fjordic? was what his fae nightingale mother had called it!

another approaches. draped in snows with spilled inks, some faint and some vivid.

she speaks fjordic!

it does not entirely chase away the sting of embarrassment but he focuses upon her as she speaks; the mouthpiece for both men.

jeg kommer og søker et hjem. he tells her, tension melting a bit from stone carved shoulders. jeg er valtivi.