"Kuro of the Forest of Nibel," Lev reads out; his voice changes subtly, moves down into his chest, gains resonance. The creak becomes more prominent, but the syllables become sharper — he's clearly used to public speaking. "My mother, the starborn mother, she was a birch tree, among other things."
And then he, too, realises he can read a script he's never seen before.
"Huh?" he bends down, squints at the gouged letters. "Okay like, no. I've never seen such writing. Hast thou?" he looks at Kuro, wishing not to just assume he can read her expressions just because she's got the expected bauplan for a starborn.
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"Kuro of the Forest of Nibel," Lev reads out; his voice changes subtly, moves down into his chest, gains resonance. The creak becomes more prominent, but the syllables become sharper — he's clearly used to public speaking. "My mother, the starborn mother, she was a birch tree, among other things."
And then he, too, realises he can read a script he's never seen before.
"Huh?" he bends down, squints at the gouged letters. "Okay like, no. I've never seen such writing. Hast thou?" he looks at Kuro, wishing not to just assume he can read her expressions just because she's got the expected bauplan for a starborn.