Herbalists' Cache ella me levantó

she spoke in an accented tongue, and switched up to another language altogether, leaving him perplexed. it sounded familiar, like he had heard it before, but he couldn't be sure. still, he identified with all bilinguals, and shot her an even bigger smile, nodding (though not sure what he was nodding about). maybe she could even teach him some of her language.

"your name?" he asked, keeping his words as simple as possible. one thing that had helped him learn the common tongue was the plain speech of the wolves of the southern coast; superfluous words had always thrown him off. it came off, perhaps, as too business-like for his tastes, but once they got into a rhythm, the camaraderie would no doubt improve.