Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

Inkeri wasn't entirely sure where her language came from, or even fully the historical significance of it. Except in terms of Kvitravn and even some Svart. Two pieces to make her whole. Though it was all really hard and difficult to explain not to mention that it made her nervous and sad.

Inkeri wagged her tail. Thank you. You.

Inkeri's eyes grew wide. So many languages. I only know Norsk and Common, and my common is not good. Good. On a bad day. day.

Inkeri still stumbled and the more upset she was the thicker her accent and the more readily her language came to her. Lilting and dancing from her tongue of twists and turns.

Inkeri furred her brow and nodded. How about. Thank you. Simple. Yes. Yes. Thank you is Takk skal du ha.