Rosewater Oasis A white stag pulls up a stool and bellows hymns to enchantments.

Not know. she repeated, though she took her hare and sat it down, pressing her paw firmly into its head for half a second, as if saying stay! to it. 

Like a rabbit would know the meaning of stay.

Do I?

Her face reflected off the pool, and all she saw... was a void, rippling softly with the breeze. That didn't help as much as she thought it might.

Not hunt this far, normally. 

It's then she finally realized that common wasn't her first language, and explained this as K-Kusuma not ... from here - words hard. Wo- eh... nnn... Too...wee? she winced visibly, face contorting with how not the name that was. 

Words hard.