[The lyrical quality to Chiskikani words can't be denied, and he tries to commit this one to memory — one who walks with night. Suitable, for someone like him who endeavored so desperately to live in the darkness.]
Isti... brietha—laso. [A careful, halting attempt to mimic Cy's speech.] I'd like to learn more of your language, if you permit it.
[With Cy's head on his left shoulder, his right arm is free to wrap around the man, one leg slinging over.]
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[The lyrical quality to Chiskikani words can't be denied, and he tries to commit this one to memory — one who walks with night. Suitable, for someone like him who endeavored so desperately to live in the darkness.]
Isti... brietha—laso. [A careful, halting attempt to mimic Cy's speech.] I'd like to learn more of your language, if you permit it.
[With Cy's head on his left shoulder, his right arm is free to wrap around the man, one leg slinging over.]