Greatwater Lake breathe out delirious dreaming

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She kept to the trail, too, eyes shifting between him and the path ahead as he spoke. Probably unlike many, her ears quivering knowingly towards the foreign words. While she did not speak it often, she knew the language well, and often only referred to it as her mother's tongue, and nothing else. It had traveled from her mother's mother then eventually down to her, although her father did know it as well -- it was not him she had learned it from, though. Ame had wondered before if she may ever teach it to any (such as daughters, but the notion was so faraway) before her time here ended. Watashi ga yaru koto, she answered quietly, with a knowing smirk curving her features just briefly. Koko de okonau ōku wa arimasen. Ame murmured as she looked down to the fresh tracks, and smelled the deer well. Female, most likely, and although she could not smell illness on it just yet, there was a vague flicker of hope that maybe she was lame in one leg, or better..