"Très peu, bien. J'ai appris de ma mère." Thor smiled softly, remember warm afternoons at his mother's knee learning pieces of the language.
He rattled off it's name and address. It was one known by any Valarnetters. It was where he had learned the dreams crossed over from Shadowcat, and learned more from another. It was where he had told Sif of the dreams and showed her Mjolnir, and where he had talked with many friends. for him, it was a home and a turning point.