The Sentinels and listened to this voice, like i never heard before

the two girls looked to one another, deirdre watching her sisters mouth move and laughing as she mimicked or else made her own sound that then her sister might mimic. they were overjoyed, and though tone was something they could not utilize, volume certainly was. and so she would yell as her sister did, both of them testing limits eagerly and excitedly this time. their father watched them, listened to them; he paused in his story-telling to hear it all, and perhaps he knew on this day they truly listened to him, figuring it out the very same moment they had.

as emaleth encouraged more, deirdre nodded her head exuberantly. in the minute of quiet, it seemed their father might grasp the point, and continued with his story. deirdre leaned forward, as though this would help her to both hear and concentrate, and as he spoke, deirdre caught the words: wind... snow... a... rain...

impatiently she looked to her sister, shifting, and then speaking, ayn, ayn!!!!!! ayn nooooooooooooo, deirdre grinned at that, too, these words fun, and then she combined what she had heard thus far, mmmmm-ayn!! dee mmmmm, ayn, raaah! eeeem a noooooooooo, and over the babbling, she heard, tree... and she said, ffff-ree!, unable to know how to move her mouth to form tr quite yet, and unknowing that she had spoke a different word entirely. meaning would come later, but for now to say it felt like enough.