Heavens not made enough

In the dying light she saw him settle onto his stomach to lie more comfortably, and momentarily, a chilly breeze buffeted her fur. Oh, it seemed to be growing a little cold now. Looked like she would have to seek some warmth. Settling onto her own stomach, she scooted closer to lie beside him, pressed into his side. He softly murmured a sentence in the unfamiliar tongue; this one a lot longer than ashiteru. She could almost hear the smirk in his voice. What had he said? If only she knew. Well, she was learning this language for a reason - to understand it...and for them to have their own secret little conservations.

He suggested that they start with simple phrases like greetings and titles. Yes, she supposed that was a good starting point. For a brief moment, she imagined all the words and sentences that she knew in her native tongue and realised that she would have to learn all that in Japanese. It was like she was learning to speak all over again. Except, she couldn't entirely remember learning English. It just happened; she just learnt it. Though this was different. "Yeah, whatever you'd like to teach me, teacher," she responded softly with a small grin tugging at her lips. Her mind was like the blank pages of an empty book. Whatever he taught her would be new information, and she'd work hard to remember all of it.