When The Fires Have Surrounded You *Private*

[Leafwing12]

(Sure. To when?)

[dannychan]

maybe like a week later?

[Leafwing12]

(Sure)

It was a few days later. Jared had slowly begun to start learning the customs of this tribe. He was even picking up on a few foreign words from them. Of course, he was still nervous. Zol seemed anxious around him. And his pet utahraptor seemed to hate him even more. He knew not to mess with that thing given how large it was.

He was currently on the outskirts of where the tribe was located. He was glancing around, sighing.

[dannychan]

after a moment, the utah raptor would ridge his back and growl softly. "jared." came the accented voice, and the man in traditional mandorain/mongolian clothing stood behind him with a scowl.

[Leafwing12]

Jared suddenly whipped around at the growl, tending up. He spotted the utahraptor before looking at Zol. "Yes?" He asked, watching him.

[dannychan]

he rose his apple up and took a bite, sighing. "learn.. me.. good english?" he requested, frowning. "i.. learn you.. good.. mongolian."

[Leafwing12]

He watched him sikentky. He wanted to learn English in exchange for him learning Mongolian? Hell, he was terrible and learning languages but he'd have to adapt here. "Yeah, I don't see why not." He said

[dannychan]

he plopped next to him, holding up his apple. "alim." he stated, looking at him.

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, watching him. "Alim?" He asked. Was the Mongolian for apple?

[dannychan]

he nodded. "alim. apple?" he seemed a bit unsure that the fruit he was eating was an apple.