The Sunspire rather than pictures, i prefer filled palettes, diaries, & times i was asleep

Enquiring after her natal language; curiosity limned within each segment of his being in a way that was so nearly endearing ... had the stricken not been a tad taken aback with said wondering. It was not at all often that an opportune moment such a this presented itself; where another asked of the tongue she had been born with, and where too she might give her so-temporary student the telling of it. And so, plainly put:  "It is a word of my birth,"  she wisps levelly,  "and it is the meaning of ... how do you say? You said something well. Ah, that is to say,"  softened smile, hesitant breaths,  "I know your wish for exploring. For eating."  

Thereafter some quieted and flustered lulls, fidgeting with pheasant:  "Might I ask? Do you have a resting place? Ze eves become cold, and ..."   and it would do well to be where warmth is found.