Stone Circle sleepless long nights

The woman's words confused her at first, but she quickly realized that the scars marring her face made it fairly obvious that her tongue had been taken by force. Her next words made the girl bitter; for surely one could speculate on the beauty of something without actually experiencing it, but rarely was a romanticized image of something true. But still, she'd learned to live with it; any attempts to speak were limited, and rare; for the mess of noise and the horror of her first attempt to speak after the accident haunted her still, and silence seemed easier, better.

Her gaze glinted when the woman spoke of fighting, a skill she'd never actively sought to hone, but when offered to her, glistened temptingly in her mind's eye. Teach. She mouthed again, carefully, for the woman had seemed able to read her lips the first time; hopefully, it'd work again.