Northstar Vale natarum

As Khalid steadies himself, his attention is drawn to that silver shape again. What he'd thought was merely the trembling net of willows was, in fact, a determined looking woman. As he watches, she traipses through the wet territory alone. Her face reflects a mix of confidence and longing, and as he tries to follow her eye-line, he sees a flash of frustration. She reminds him of strongly of a Zafiran woman; not any in particular, but there is a familiar mien to the way the woman carries herself.

Someone like this must be a dreamer. With any luck, Khalid's hunt would be over. He decides to step into the open, revealing himself with a cautious but respectful nod.

Drahma, shayka.

The thought that this woman of ferns and trees might not understand what he was saying had not struck him yet, but it would soon. In his haste Khalid pressed on, stepping closer. The end of his tail was kept barely aloft and twitched with indecision.

Neshta aretni vishan? Eska thalani novatu?