Moonsong Glacier One must have a mind of winter

Warmth quickly floods through her cheeks. How many times could she possibly embarrass herself in a single interaction!

Accept my apology, Dutch... I have grown so used to speaking words of my mother tongue. I forget it is unfamiliar to many. And she would likely forget it many times more. Sitik... this means: den, or sleeping place. 

Alongside the man called Fallen Sun, they have another—Leith. A healer. Perhaps she would seek him too, but for a reason other than a potential courtship. Herbology had always been an interest; though one she had yet to explore. 

There are many moon villages, She decides, speaking the thought aloud. I look forward to meeting them. If not all, then whomever I may cross paths with.