Dawnlark Plains v. "hope is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul"
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A second glance curls her tattered ears against her head in contrition, realizing she had startled the other in return. "I'm sorry if I fright-ed ya m'am," she apologized in her stange accent, offering a hesitant smile to ease the brunette's hackles. 

"T'is woman is called Elve," she answered with a small bow of her head, peering curiously at Kiwi from beneath her lashes as she straightened. "Mih' I ask fer yer name?"
To the moon and never back. 
"Common." "Uralic/Lapp."