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Well, I will wait for that day, then, she mused, not quite catching on to the weight behind the mention of the inherited language.

Other Shore pondered for a moment. Any dialects, then? I suppose I know... She tried to let her old speech filter through her words. This? It cannot be called a language, but it does not quite sound like regular common. I heard someone call it Windbound dialect once. A little wispy, a little flowy, but still a little cold. Much like melting snow. 
 
She laughed a little, chuckling at her own voice. She had not heard herself speak the old dialect in such a long time, having adjusted to speaking regular common over the course of her journey. But still it remained familiar on her tongue, warm with memories. 

Star Eater had probably never heard a similar dialect before, but she trusted her with the sweet speech of her home.

Have you heard any other languages? she asked. How much Lanzadoii do you know? A little hesitance came into her voice now, interrupting even her jumpy curiosity. Can you... teach me a bit?