Luneshale Pass oro

there is a shift of movement, and sparrow stiffens with a cobra's glare. he slunk forward, aiming to slither past the man without any intention of conversion.

but the stranger speaks, and all sense of caution flees from the boy at the sound of his mama's tongue.

he spun to look upon the stranger with the same hopefully familiarity he might offer his lost family. mouse bones are clumsily spat to the floor.

"hablas igual que yo?"