Meadowlark Prairie The sullen wind was soon awake

the girl's eyes dart to the other in the manner of a flighty deer, and stay there, boring into the woman. another stranger, yet this one does not seem the type to rip her face off, so the quick beating of her heart subsidies in the slightest. the woman chuffs, and Keoni repeats the sound, softer, harsher, is it. she has found that she can still make sounds, in some ways, though no longer can she weave sound into words. she will learn, adapt, eventually. her youth allows her resiliency. 

she watches the woman still, and then notices the way she is scarred, heavily. her gaze flickers to these wounds, long healed- words die before she even tries to utter them, and merely she looks to the other, waiting, for her to speak as she cannot.