Dragoncrest Cliffs well every lord i pray doesn’t sound the same,

With all of the grace of a white-tailed doe, or a silken dove, Aure turned to her and spoke in words that were simple, and even somewhat understood by Isleña. This recognition of words excited Isleña, and the part of her that had been somewhat unwilling to interact with others easily fell away and her mind swam with the possibilities — the conversations she could finally have with others!

Perhaps this was a large expectation to place upon a woman who had hardly said 10 words to her, but Isleña was an all-or-nothing kind of girl and she would not let someone she considered a sudden friend think that the gift she had given was nothing.

Isleña stood a little bit taller, not out of dominance but out of confidence. “Nothing? No…” she slurred, wishing she could support that claim with examples or anecdotes, but her abilities lapsed and her mouth clipped closed, voice cut short. “Umm…” the girl stammered, not entirely disheartened yet. Aure trotted closer and Isleña met her in her advance, tail swaying low and steady. “Drageda good,” the copper-toned girl said simply, thankful that Verx had taught her the correct pronunciation of the pack’s title prior to this meeting of hers. “Good, good, good.”