[Accidental Video]

[sing_nonomori]

[The comm drops into a patch of soil from Yorda's back pocket and lands in the small fig tree Neferti gave to the greenhouse a while back. Yorda is climbing up the branches of the apple tree with deliberate care, occasionally slipping but quick enough to catch herself when she does. When she's satisfied with where she is, she settles on the branch

Comments

[cozmic_travel]

...such a beautiful language...

[Voice]

[sing_nonomori]

Sel nin dansal, mehada.

[Voice]

[cozmic_travel]

I'm afraid I don't actually speak it, dear.

[Voice]

[sing_nonomori]

I tell you 'thank you'.

[Voice]

[cozmic_travel]

Hmmm...

You're very welcome, young lady.