Stone Circle einn

“Blehh!” She squawks and drops his foot, making a show of rubbing her mouth out with the back of a wrist before pulling back to pin him with a silly grin.

“Hey, someone’s got a birthday coming up!” Her tail switches excitedly, “Have you given any thought to what trades you want to pursue?” She asks before attempting a crude translation.

“Err, Skáld afmæli einn. Starf?” She tilts her head at him, ears tipping forward expectantly. She was getting the hang of this icelandic thing!