Redsand Canyon I wanna build something that's gonna outlive me

Her ears perked, the language spoken not one she understood. Assuming it was a greeting, she continued to listen to the lightning storm with a slight smile 'pon her face. Deerlike? She mused in return. Then what are they? She could not imagine a deer as beastly - they frolicked so very carefully whenever she'd been near enough to spot them. Their mannerisms reminded her of her own, and she doubted others used "beastly" to describe her.

She nodded. I'm Lumiya - my friend here is Loinnir. She was usually less talkative, but the lady interested her. Your greeting - what language was that? Where did it come from? Ever-curious, she continued seeking the answers to explain the world around her.