Stavanger Bay tuniksimaruk ⦒

She didn't understand. Worse, she assumed that Reverie did not understand either. Frustrated, she settled next to Lestan, pressing firmly into his side. Still, she obliged the unspoken request for an introduction.
And held her silence after that, as she tended to ever since the realization that she could not bring forth the language she had been raised to speak. It was not for lack of comprehension, but something else — some kind of invisible wall she struck whenever she reached for the sounds. All that would come to her now was this, the language of songs, never meant to be spoken this way. A language meant to praise gods...
Her gaze drifted away from Kukutux, toward the sea. It was singing to her; it always did, now.