Greatwater Lake breathe out delirious dreaming

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Her ears switched, first quivering towards him at the sound of his voice -- strange, distinctly accented as it handled the simple words. Ame nodded, and let her ears splay to the sides briefly; it had sounded familiar. Vaguely. So she set to listening. Have you been tracking it for long? she asked in a hushed voice. Her tones were not nearly as underlined as his were, although there was always a faint hint if one were to listen, or to know what to listen for in the first place. She had worked hard to make it so all throughout her youth and many recent months of hardly speaking her mother's tongue made it even more faded. Although, perhaps it may be enough to lure more words from him so that she may confirm (or deny) her suspicions... all while the notion of the deer remained important.