Stavanger Bay but i was home-sick for familiar trees

fleurette reached her first and iaghe greeted her with wagging tail so fierce, her whole body reverberated in response. she was practically dancing as she dashed and dipped towards fleur, brushing her cheek with the woman's familiarly.

"iaghe, iaghe big news," she managed breathlessly, grinning like a lunatic. "iaghe find woman, moonwoman. talk."

"moonwoman know iaghe's words. atar's words. moonwoman, kukutux, teach iaghe. teach iaghe, emmë." it was a mess, an almost unintelligible stringing of words she'd learned from andr and fleurette and her own language. 

"iaghe, emmë in aeriön. home. iaghe teach. iaghe raise." try as she might, even her explanation likely didn't make sense.