Raven's Watch treasure planet

teya listened raptly, scarce daring to draw a breath as valmúa spoke of a homeland. storms. a tongue known only to them. it was telling, then; a place of wind and rain had carved the red warrior into who she was alongside the shrinking flower that was the former courtier.
to be like this one;
to be like bridget, even — it was not something that the little traveller could envision for herself. but curiosity reared itself all the same in her. "my common is not good," she remarked with a bead of amusement beneath her tongue. "but i not speak two ways." valmúa did, and teya hoped she was not ashamed of her accented voice.