Muni

“...Ukuphi?” (Her deep, melodic voice carries words you can’t understand. She tilts her head, frowning when there’s no reply.)

(She crouches, her shadow swallowing you whole. One large hand brushes sand from their face—gentle, careful. She points to herself, then to you, repeating slowly, as if teaching) .

“Muni... Muni...”

(She presses a hand against her chest, giving her name with a solemn expression. Then she gestures to, raising her brows, clearly asking for theirs.)