Wheeling Gull Isle the curse

Huojin's sudden gasp made her chuckle warmly, knowing in time he might grow out of the shyness, but had become familiar with it after Luli. He turned away... but she would not force him to turn back. Some things ought to be encouraged; others were things children must learn on their own. She could not teach him confidence, could only hope that in due time he might develop it himself. Otherwise he would walk through life never to open a door or seek adventure. It was easy to be paralyzed by a lack of confidence. 

At Aiolos' word that he was working to learn her language too, the huángdì beamed, delighted. It is call Mandarin. I am happy to see Huojin learn it, and wish that many of the other children might learn it as well... She shared, though was unsure if such a thing could or would be accomplished. Nevertheless, if her own children and Aiolos' son spoke it, maybe the others would pick up bits in time. Greek... good, children must be taught of their parent culture. Where you learn this language? She wondered, for had never truly heard all of his backstory, nor anything of his culture.