Lessons~
Redan Connor
La Gracia
Eldermoon, 4416
“Rrr,” Redan repeated, tapping his finger under her chin. “Rrrumble the sound. In Jorendon, they tend to soften it, and in the North of Rhynn, they omit it altoge-thah. But in Larrrad, they love the rrrumble.”
Anastacia laughed. “You sound like a woodpecker drumming on a tree.”
Redan shrugged. “I did not invent the languages, M’sita. I only teach them.”
She dutifully ran through the phrases from today’s lesson, rumbling in all the right places. She folded her hands and waited for his praise.
“Well done,” he said. “Sister Fortunata told me you had been practicing.”
Her smile faded, and that far-away look claimed her again. She was an odd one, unsettled by any change to their routine. Alternately engaged and detached, she would sometim
