Redhawk Caldera went to the moped store

Her eyes crinkled in a way they only ever did around her dearest loved ones, the usually stoic planes of her face softening. -I believe you,- she signed, even though Towhee knew it was all just a figment of her little brother's imagination. As a chronicler, she could appreciate the story, even if her own interests lay more in facts than fiction.

-Hey, I can't help but notice how good you're doing with ptero. You might be one of the most fluent in the pack,- she said suddenly, speaking the truth. It made sense that the four youngest Blackthorns would be particularly adept—it was in part due to Towhee herself exposing them to it early and often—but the yearling certainly wouldn't take it for granted. -Did you know it's totally made-up? Raven and I came up with it when I was little, so that I could communicate, and it's grown from there. It didn't exist at all before I came along and now it's a complete language. How cool is that?-