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Before the thread with Relmyna.  AW.

For the first time, she thinks she can hear crickets.  Nightfall in the Plateau had always brought with it numerous sounds from the surrounding landscapes but Blackfeather Woods is quiet in comparison.  She has done her best to stay okay through it all, but she is tired and homesick.

She emerges from the depths of her cell and peers out from the serrated edge of Wolfskull cave, searching for movement, searching for someone — anyone.


Mou has been keeping himself away from everyone of importance, staying busy and trying his best to occupy his mind with anything other than the wolf they're holding in that cave. He's managed to keep his questions bottled up, kept himself away from Maegi's wrath and even collected quite a few gifts for the captive girl in the process. As he comes creeping through the dark, it is clear by his heading that he's on route to Wolfskull Cave; it is obvious too that he's been in the mire judging by the smell of the mud caking his limbs, and the various frogs he's holding in his teeth. They bounce where they hang, each carried by a long leg. There are about seven in all.

When the boy approaches the mouth of the cave he thinks he sees movement. This stops him in his tracks for a split second, because he still hasn't told anyone about her and he's nervous to run in to Maegi again, but he's got all these frogs and they'll spoil if someone doesn't eat them soon. He chooses to take his chances and plunges in to the dark, but only goes a few feet before he spots the girl. He halts and with a duck of his head, dumps the frogs on the ground, and steps back.





It's him she sees, and she suddenly thinks that maybe anyone wasn't the right thing to wish for.  Still, he comes bearing gifts.  He dumps a load of frogs on the ground, and she darts after them with fervor.  She's hungry, thirsty, she hasn't left Wolfskull for fear of punishment.  

Once she finishes them (one has hopped away and is now huddled behind a stalagmite) she turns her hungry gaze to him.  -Thanks,- she signs with a flattened expression upon her face, -What do you want?-


His plan is to barter with her, to toss a frog at her for every answer she gives him to questions he has only half thought of. But before he can consider doing that, he's chasing after an escapee frog, and upon scooping it in to his teeth and crushing its little legs, the boy has found the rest of his offering already devoured. He huffs through his teeth and tosses that last frog at the dirt, the dull sound of it sliding in the soil punctuating her question.

Mou feels bolder now than before, but still he isn't sure what to do, what to say. So he's quiet for a moment. Thoughtful.

To seh soh-ree. He mumbles, frowning at the slaughtered frogs on the ground.

She isn't interested in his apologies.  Maybe it's her own fault she's in this mess, but he was the catalyst.  For now she cannot forgive him for that, even if he wants her to.  She can't forgive him for what he did to Raven — he can't forgive him for forgetting her.

Stupid, isn't it?  They'd met like, once, and they'd had one good time together.  They had scarcely been friends.  Maybe not even that.  But there was something about it that pissed her off and made her feel scorned and ashamed.  She was worth remembering.

She stares at him for a long while before signing, -Can you still sign?-

Nothing he said mattered, he knew that. But he wanted to try. It was part of the old Mou reaching through (not that he was aware); the pathetic wanting of Screech to be understood, the apologetic Titmouse refusing to take any blame, you could call it whatever you wanted. Mou was innocent until proven otherwise and all he wanted right now, was to make sure the captive - the patient - was alright.

Then she distracted him, signing something at him that made absolute sense (in the way that complicated math makes sense to someone years after completing high school; where the hell did that come from? Who even uses trigonometry?).

—Yes.— he motions, but his face contorts in to a frown and he adds, buh I dun remembah where et came from.