Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

Her giggle was infectious and a tiny trill of a giggle fell from Inkeri like a song. She bowed her head, her pretty eyes snapping happily. It was nice to laugh with someone, she had not laughed in some time.

Thank you, Neon.

Inkeri's brow furrowed at the girl talking of her family language. Norsk was similar is that veing that it was deep and hard sometimes, especially to learn. Though the next question asked, made her tuck her tail a little.

Inkeri shook her head sadly. It was not home. Home. For me. Scary. Abusive. But It makes me miss my sister Anja.