Northstar Vale natarum

The sun continues its descent, casting long, dramatic shadows across the vale. The mist thickens, weaving between the trees as Khalid stands facing the woman, his frustration evident. The words he used earlier were not understood, and he realizes that he must find another way to communicate. His mind races with the urgent need to convey his message, particularly the ill omens he carries. This quest that the elder, Amina, has sent him on — for now, feels like an impossibility.

Khalid takes a deep breath and tries again, resorting to simple gestures and expressions, hoping to convey his message through non-verbal means. He gestures to the forest first, motioning with his head, then motioning to the woman, and pressing his feet in to the mud. This, yours? That's the best he can do, for now.

It feels like dancing, almost, as he tries to communicate without speaking. Khalid is reminded of the festivals of his home, of the dances, and of the stories conveyed through motion rather than sound. It would be more alien to do that here and now, so he does not.

Perhaps the best thing he can do is motion to himself, and with another small bow of his head he says, Khalid. Nama. He looks to the woman expectantly, wondering if this is working or if he is only appearing the fool.

Na... khari, na namari, Khalid. It was as good a place to start as any. Ta? Nama?