Ocean's Breath Plateau but in new york city, it rains

"iseul" she offers, her tone clear and growing quieter the more she looks over their faces. but before she can manage to say more, and perhaps to iseul's own relief, heph has come to her side.

the girl offers a respectful dip of her head to her as she takes a small step back, a small subtle sign of her own submission. "strangers," she says to heph, "Valiant, Dutch" a muzzle points to each gently, "they want to stay, at moontide." perhaps she would replicate what it is they offered, but some of the words remained hard on her tongue, and even the mentioning of their names had a strange stilt in her tone -- nothing but a note of her lack of fluency.