Bearclaw Valley kashikoi kawa

a beautiful movie

the only form of language gap there had been in the rise was between those who spoke and those who did not. and even without verbal words, many things were conveyed all the same
all of this was very different, starting with the way she greeted him. "uh, konnichi... wa," ancelin grunted, dipping his head as she spoke more of her cascading words. he tried to pick out their tone; inviting, and a question? 
"i came to bring these," he said, "because you gave us stuff of yours." ancelin nosed them closer and stepped back. "thank you."
simple enough, he supposed.