Chimera Fields The echoes of the fallen

He was patient, and offered his name. She could appreciate such behaviours. Eydis. She returned, only responding to his following question with a nod. She was not one to be overly talkative.

And yet, it was what followed that made her pause. Carefully she had to dissect his words, for they felt distantly familiar to her. She believed it to be her mother's tongue. Eydis had not spoken it since her own departure as a yearling.

Aðeins lítið magn. Her words lacked confidence, her accent weakened from years apart from the language.

However she wondered if being here, in Forneskja, she would have to learn once again.