Nova Peak pen-channas

fluted ears flurried toward the sound of her own cut-glass damtongue—privately intrigued more-so by its stentorian aspect—and the shock of having heard it at all startled her enough to nearly instigate a rockslide beneath the slew of her hooves. her hindquarters began to slide ahead of her before she could muster a proper glim at her onlooker.

"ar tye're welcome ana care- so, mime héru, though ni'm ruce- Her Eminence—" she grunted with nervous humor, looking 'round for a more traversable rut in the ashlar landscape. "na- a— a— whit ... preoccupied, at i moment." the westernesse lilted above the sound of rockclatter, feigning aristocratic gentility as her concentration ivied to each side of her for fear that any moment she would lose control of her bearings.

"tye fofrin mîth, tye!" she muttered to herself, negotiating the sheer scar of the mountainside with even more vexation onceupon finding she had a accumulated a small audience.