Qeya River you don't want to breathe the light of the others

"lanzadoii." he did not hide its accent, nor the heavy sound of its bite. "in your words, i slow. not make — good thinking. is hard."

"but in lanzadoii i can tell you what it is to travel many days between the great mountains and the sea ice. i can tell you of our factions, of our bands. i could tell you of ghelan." he did not know why he gave an outpouring, and bit it back, cutting the deluge.

the slate eye lessened now in the pressure of its stare. "you want teach?"