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It was Slavuj! Reverie could hardly contain her excitement. She forgot all about the strange creature, forgot her difficulties with speech and her sadness and — all of it, really. She ran to him, tail waving merrily behind her, and in a throwback to her domestic heritage danced in place for several moments before she thought to greet him.
Slavuj! You came to visit! It quickly occured to her that he would not understand. Her look turned apologetic, and she abruptly turned with a gesture for him to follow. If they couldn't talk, then she would just have to show him what she'd found. It was still moving as she led him back to it, but slowly. She didn't think it would be getting anywhere any time soon.