Wild Berry Meadow [m] some gin and juice

the dark smile grows wider, sheared at both ends. he marvels at the exposed teeth, which are interlocked like knuckles and surrounded by a fuzz of plaque.

at kainuts ax yat. dat yís sá?

he is not fond of speaking the common tongue; he thinks it ugly and decadent. his shattered voice strains from his throat as if forced through a very small aperture. despite everything, something about it -- about him -- is charming, lived-in, marked by time and life. he is a quaint picture of wind-blown marginalia.

anida.ei! he bellows into the other's face, but his grin is persistent, and there is an incandescent humor to him, an ease which suggests that his bark might be far worse than his bite.