[She makes an uncertain meow, head tilted. 'Deeper' wasn't quite it… It rhymes, at least? But that makes her think she's managed to give Rialynn the wrong end of the stick.
She shakes her head, and points to herself before meowing. Then she gestures to Rialynn, fingers curling a little. Maybe that'll get the idea that she needs Rialynn to do the same to end this across?]
We use our words like any other Spoken race- well, for the most part. Some of us have an awkward inflection- some syllables become those sounds, and so on. And there is something of a tendency to hiss, I suppose. [miqo'te 'h's are weird.]
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She shakes her head, and points to herself before meowing. Then she gestures to Rialynn, fingers curling a little. Maybe that'll get the idea that she needs Rialynn to do the same to end this across?]
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[Was that the dare? To get someone to talk to her in a series of meows? Ah, well, she did the chicken dance already. Meowing isn't much worse.]
Rowr. Rowr rowr meow.
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[she looks pretty pleased with herself now. And hey; they're both in it this time? Though:]
Your accent's terrible.
[she's grinning, but. k'pandolu chill.]
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[She grins, glad for a chance to expand their friendship.]
Is this how your people actually talk? I wasn't expecting that.
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We use our words like any other Spoken race- well, for the most part. Some of us have an awkward inflection- some syllables become those sounds, and so on. And there is something of a tendency to hiss, I suppose. [miqo'te 'h's are weird.]