Larksong Grotto the tommyknockers

vuk attempted to eat slowly, to savour the tiny morsel of flesh, but all too soon was the fish gone, and she licked her jaws regretfully, though zaavier's smiling face brightened her spirits somewhat. the girl gave a soft thump of her plume against the ground and a nod. "h-hunger is ... a g-good s-spice," she joked softly, proud of herself for the few missteps she had made in her speech.

it would never come easily to her, not the way that it seemed to be so effortless for the others, but vuk had ceased her bitterness over such. there were other ways to communicate.