Stone Circle angel by the wings

his young voice broke the silence once more, offering sweet words that filled the space between them. did he notice that he was the only one to do so? did he know that she could not? it was times like this, when her maw begged for words to be spoken through it, and yet, her tongue failed her. quite literally, the shredded nub that was her tongue failed to be useful.

sometimes, she wanted the strength to rip into the girl that had disfigured her. to be such a skilled fighter that the power would be to her, and she would not fear. sometimes, such as times like this, she wished she had the tools to help and the heal things physical and mental. she was divided on this front, between the will to hurt and the will to heal.

as if to explain her silence, and feeling comfortable enough around the little boy she had known since he had been a pup (yet grown up now, as she looked to the adolescent before her), her maw parted slightly and let loose a sigh,  before opening just a little bit more. the absence of a tongue was noticable, very much so, and in this she hoped to explain her odd silence.