A Luminous Dream Is There Waiting [AW]

Naudir's ears twitched at the foreign tongue Balthazaar managed to speak and marveled at the magic of it. She knew her birds were wise, far more intelligent than anyone gave them credit for but she had no idea just how many languages Balthazaar had lurking in his jet black crown. The woman stated that she was not a deity but surely she was god-touched in some way to have such a coat. Blessed, perhaps? Or… maybe even cursed. Naudir's head tilted to the side at the strangely respectful way the other woman was speaking to her. She'd noticed it before but thought it simply a nervous tick that would go away as they spoke but that didn't seem to be the case. Grace? Her?

She would speak again in that strange tongue and she would look to Balthazaar questioningly as the crow let out a laugh. "Oh, I like her! Very spirited." Naudir shifted on her paws. "Can you ask her why she address me so? I'm of no particular station. Also, ask if she's lost or looking for something, maybe we can help, she's clearly from far away." The bird nodded, shifting his stance to rest more comfortably upon the she-wolf. зошто да зборуваме за нас како член на кралското семејство? ние сме понизни скитници. Дали сте во потрага за нешто?"