Firestone Hot Springs this will never end

Móðir. Mother. Faðir, father. The tilt of her head had not been lost on the Northerner and, as he held no qualms over sharing his language with her, translated the language for her. She had, after all, taught him a word or two as well. Steinn. Stone. Arlette's own explanation served the man well, and his head bobbled in understanding. Mey. Virgin, yes.

He paused and looked at her, wondering if it was her sister who had been lost to the beast that had left such scars on the Valkyrja beside him. This one is He searched for the word, groping in the dark recesses of his mind for the correct way to phrase what he wanted to say. sad for your Keoni. Clarity was no question, and again he nudged her with his nose, another small smile tugging at his lips. Tell me of her.