Blackbeak Bluff sleepy tea

as she rolled onto her belly, his face disappeared beneath his hair. slavuuy she repeats. he names himself again in shared tongue. her tail thumped hard against the ground. nightingale good bird, she confirmed assertively. she was delighted to have met so many in this land with the names of creatures she adored. you sing like nightingale too? just a guess...

her name meant nothing — at least, not to her. am tsunami.

as a fit of coughing overcomes him, she sticks her nose in close. okay?