Naaghai Lowlands Slang

in this moment, tuna sees nothing but gold enshroud eset as she comes to look towards her. as if the sun itself lowered its light so that the girl may breathe another day and take her throne within the clouds itself and bring the morning dawn. they are nothing but fellahin, but perhaps to be a fellahin is to be everything. and to tuna, these girls are everything to her.

"ah got too much'ta lose here, huh?" she says quietly as she looks down at their paws, a small sigh of contentment. there was nothing else for her out in this world unless she had the desire to die trying to see what it held out for her. there are tales of the ocean, where the salt ice comes to last for many moons, and creatures breach from the cold depths. there are the forest of trees that may never sleep and teem with life itself, with hell cats and legendary elk whose antlers hold tales as old as time.

all of that was there for the taking, but none called to her heart as the desert did here.

"ah think yew bein here'as counted enough fer her." there is something to be said about a mother's undying love for her child. "she oughtta be proud awf yew. ah sh'ure know ah am." eset had come to the palace and took her place with ease, tuna was sure to keep an eye where it was needed during the first lost days.