Moonspear Sal din hug og lat den ri og renna.

Njord tilted his head in thought. An official and organized class was a foreign idea to him. Epoch must have been an interesting place.

“Tae be honest, I cannae say,” he admitted in a tone that alluded to whimsical pondering. “Couldnae hurt tae try,” he followed up quickly with a stout nod, accidentally slipping back into his old accent.

“Tha more time we can spend with you, tha better,” he concluded. “Meerkat can teach me an’ tha girls but… if we dinnae – don’t – use Ptero often it’ll float away like a feather on tha sea.”

In the next moment, Towhee joshed and Njord was happy to see a more lighthearted side of the serious woman. He laughed with her. “’Tis a word tae describe someone who speaks multiple languages,” he answered.