The lovely woman stopped in her dancing to greet him. Coran's ears stood up in attention as she spoke the Old Tongue. He knew very few outside his family that spoke it. How thrilling! "Dia duit! No, no, you do not disturb me. I was outside enjoying the show as well while I finish a few projects. I've never seen the aurora so far south." Coran could understand being so entranced by the lights, they were far too beautiful to sleep through. Though a flicker of concern settled in his stomach as he lifted his head to watch the lights once more. What was the reason for the lights to drift so far south?
He let the thought pass from his head. "My name is Coran Adravendi. My I ask yours? As well as perhaps, where you learned the language you used in greeting?
While he spoke Coran carefully started running the shard of bone over a nearby stone to sharpen and sculpt it even further. Once he had the blade where he wanted she sat it down and considered what to do for the handle. He had a nice stick that would work well, unless he tried to shape the remaining bone? No, no, it was a fragment and the thin shape would make for a poor handle.
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