The more learned tongue was... more or less a dislike for the simpler female. The effort that went into sharing a word or thought with greater air near always seemed a waste to her senses. Was it not enough to sing by one's feeling alone? What more needed to be projected? What reason... what cause?
Such airs reminded her strongly of the pale-scale cousins, their keenness to the elevation of tongue to be on par with the scaleless natives. The thought itself put her tail in a twist, near knocking into the side of her companion's leg. Soundly, she clicked her tongue, again tilting her head towards the beast's muzzle as it leaned against her. "Tsetseng is female," she correctly smoothly.
"...tongue not asked. Only spoke of it as sound of Raen." Again, her tail twitched, lightly tapping the wolf's leg. "...cannot see reason to know it..."
Such airs reminded her strongly of the pale-scale cousins, their keenness to the elevation of tongue to be on par with the scaleless natives. The thought itself put her tail in a twist, near knocking into the side of her companion's leg. Soundly, she clicked her tongue, again tilting her head towards the beast's muzzle as it leaned against her. "Tsetseng is female," she correctly smoothly.
"...tongue not asked. Only spoke of it as sound of Raen." Again, her tail twitched, lightly tapping the wolf's leg. "...cannot see reason to know it..."
