Swiftcurrent Creek Winter is a cruel creature

He smiled at her attempt and dipped his head. Though she pronounced it correctly her accent was awful. But she couldn't be faulted, it was not her first language. His language it was like a small song. It was made to flow off the tongue, gently.
"Dare yer go. you'll catch on queck enoof."

He chuckled a warm husky sound and nodded. "Aye we chucker, but yer may not understan' it al' 'til yer nu me a wee better. oi can tell yer 'oy ter say al' dat yer jist said in me language if yer loike though." He would tell her what he could, but some of the nuances would be lost on her. Until she got to know him. It was a whole other language with it's own words. It would be better to teach her the correct pronunciations and words for words she already knew. Not give her brand new words that were not found in the common tongue.


"Dia duit, Conas atá tú? Dea-lá." Dat means 'owaya, 'owaya? gran' day respectively.