Northstar Vale natarum

Vis..ka..ni, Viskani am nama? Saksa am Viskani. He thought he understood, and now had some point of reference for the woman. She was a shrewd thing by the look on her face. Trusting, though; she had not yet driven him away or found offense at his attempts to seek understanding between them. Good signs. She was not of the desert, he surmised next — earth-toned and muted with grays and browns, although not as dark as himself.

Khalid wanted to ask about her dreams. Such a topic was not so strange in Zafira, but, here... He was unsure what to do. He could not say much because of the barrier between them. What, then? Ah, tiri homa? Viskani, homa, nai?

While he had hoped the woman was patient, he had not counted on his own frustration. This was slow work. It would have been so much simpler if they could find common ground, but Khalid had traveled a vast distance to seek what he needed. He had to trust the talyn.