ai don fis disha spichen gona op

tbh idk why she is being difficult?

Her present company slips into the common tongue and Emori stares at her for a long moment, replying them in her head. The common tongue may not be her first, but she’d trained well enough to be able to speak the language as well as anyone. She needed to be. Even with the training, she was left in the dark. She heard the words and she knew them individually but they didn’t quite seem to fit together.

Emori scrunches up her face and she looks at the lake. Her paws were still wet and muddy, the rest of her still dripping, and she enjoys it compared to the flames that took everything from her.

“Ai no co—” she trails off, tongue sliding over her muzzle. “I do not understand,” she begins, the transition to common words a little rough.

“Water is not mine.”