Moonsong Glacier I guess I'm doing karaoke on the 29th :/

Dutch laughed for her. As soon as he saw her confusion rather than confirmation, he knew that there had been some kind of misunderstanding. Perhaps on his part, but perhaps moreso on sweet Ariadne's.

"I see," he said again with a conspiratorial gleam in his eyes. It faded as he tried to parse her words; even going slowly, he could not magically understand her meaning. Another denial, he thought, and perhaps a correction. He did not know what he was meant to be corrected on, but he appeared contrite all the same. He'd learn eventually how she wanted to be seen by the world.

The shake of the girl's head seemed at odds with her gestures. He took this to mean that there would not be lessons, but that he was welcome to learn from her as well as he could all the same.

"That's alright," he told her, and then he was not sure why he had said this. But he went on: "I enjoy the hunt, but my heart is for song and stories. Perhaps one day you will tell me one."

He tipped his head back the way he'd come.

"There is fresh deer meat in our common place," he told her. "Are you hungry?"