Ocean's Breath Plateau rosmarus

the structure of her language widened his eyes. it was similar to his own; he eagerly plucked out meaning, hungry for speech he did not need to translate.

"not everdark," he hurried, his lanzadoii accent making his words heavy. "from long plains."

a breathless thought came to cen then. "you are sharadoii?"

but no; she was not.

the eyes studied the dark-wolf.

"are you muradoii?"