I RUN FROM WOLVES // OPEN

[Feyre]

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Winterwolf's question caught her off guard, wide eyes blinking once, twice, three times before she finally processed just what exactly he was asking her. Feyre found herself forced to think for a brief moment, that faint smile of hers disappearing as lips pursed, tiny form suddenly emitting an air of contemplation and admittedly, confusion. [color=#3f5351]"I.. Uh..." A sudden spark of frustration ignited in her chest when she realized that she could not completely answer his query, that spark quickly morphing and changing until it reared its head in the form of small flames at her paws. She paid them no mind. [color=#3f5351]"I asked the witches - my family - once... They told me that it was my birth tongue, that my father taught me," She explained, albeit not convincingly. She had hardly known her father, why had she believed the witches reasons for her Latin tongue?

Refusing to dwell on the subject any longer, Feyre once more fixated attention upon Danyla, those lavender eyes of her bright as they continued to study him. [color=#3f5351]"I like your name," The witch decided aloud, a head bobbing along with her comment. It was interesting and new, just like hers she supposed. Danyla. Danyla. Yes, she wouldn't lie to him- she enjoyed it greatly. A compliment from her was rare though, not when the child did not fully understand what a compliment exactly was. She was using her words as a distraction from all the Latin that floated so freely around her, talk of Virgil and masters and phrases she understood but didn't understand successful in making her head spin.

[color=#3f5351]"Si autem non vis, non illud faciunt, non possunt meam mentulam sugare?" The moment the words left her mouth, jumbled and probably incomprehensible, she regretted, shame embracing her features as she glanced away from the group. [color=#3f5351]"Sorry... Every time I try to speak Latin, my brain refuses to cooperate and weird junk comes out. I hope I didn't say anything bad," She extended quietly, a sheepish glance stolen especially in the direction of Bast. She didn't want to disappoint him... or really anyone, now that she thought about it. Ugh.