Neverwinter Forest Fly me higher and higher and higher

Pangur listens with perked ears, a flicker of curiosity dancing in hazel eyes as she mentioned her family, and more than just simply that; a warmth grew in her chest.

Callyope, a beautiful sound on the Seidkona's tongue, and yet when Pangur tried to parrot it back, it messed with the twinge of her accent Call-i-yop She murmured with hesitance, a flustered look settling on her face as her first attempt did not come to match as much as she had meant to.

The quickness of such syllables was a foreign thing to Pangur, though still, she would try her very best. Seiðkona at least, was in Pangur's own tongue, rolling easily into the wind as she spoke it. Callyope Nuiruk may have challenged her this day, but someday, it too would meet the air with ease. It is beautiful! Does it have a meaning?

She did not know of this one, but she wished to. There was deep importance in names.