Greatwater Lake belongs to the sand

She repeated back to him a greeting.
One he could actually understand.
He tilted his head, thinking.

So she wasn't insane. Just different.
Imaq not talk well.
He blinked as she warbled on in her own tongue. probably trying to get him to understand her. Or to explain herself.
 Some words sounded like they might resemble some of his, but he wasn't sure. North. That was one that caught his attention.
"So you're from the north?"

Maybe she'd understand. Maybe she would teach him her language.
He sat down with a slight smile. She seemed tentative and perhaps shy.
He wanted to help her, being in this land where many wouldn't understand her wouldn't be too easy.