Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

Inkeri was well aware of her repetition, and though she hated it. It was something she had never been able to fix. She knew it was from fighting to be seen and not hard, but there was a part of her, that still felt small. Despite that she had begun to spread her wings.

Inkeri looked down shyly and nods her head. I am still learning to speak English. my native language is Norsk

Inkeri enjoyed her language, wished more spoke it. She missed the way the words could dance off her tongue. Here it was hard to remember how to say this and that, and some meanings were still lost on her.

You speak something else too? Too?

Norsk umm Norwegian.