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Kaskara smiled as Kieran described his language as lyrical, musical, and carefree. She could see what he meant as he continued to speak, introducing himself and then telling her what she would say to introduce herself. Frowning, she tried it out herself. "Is é mo ai- ainm.." she hestitated, stumbling over the strange word. "aimn Kaskara." With a laugh, she turned back to him. "I'm not very good at this. Sorry for butchering your language, Kieran."