Ouroboros Spine sons of salt and sea

she agrees to teach him the tongue of her mother — anaa, she calls her — and rhaegal's grin spreads across his muzzle, lightening up his golden gaze.

our bairns will sound very worldly. he murmurs with a low, deep chuckle. it wasn't a bad thing, he'd argue! tae know each culture that helped tae shape them. her's ... and his, multifaceted as it was. his grandfather and mentor, valtyr had seemed so out of place among the islander's, carved of lava and stone ... while the islanders had been moulded from sand and shaped by the mercurial sea.

somehow, their worlds had coexisted ... until they hadn't.

the memory still pains rhaegal, still fresh in his mind like a soldier's suffering of PTSD, and quickly he turns thoughts elsewhere.

to anything but!

i look forward tae learning ... and tae teaching.