Heron Lake Plateau The Indie Queens are Waiting

As Towhee spoke, Niamh dd her best to watch her lips and try to see how one might read them, rather than listening to words. It actually helped her a bit, given that Towhee’s words weren’t terribly clear, but then again, some of the mispronunciations and garbles were due to the way she formed the words so she found it difficult to split her attention between watching and listening. 

”Sounds tricky,” She said. ”It must be annoying when someone mutters then, eh?” She commented, making a mental note to avoid doing just that. Towhee didn’t seem like the kind of wolf who would tolerate someone who always muttered, especially if they knew she wouldn’t be able to read their lips. 

The topic switched back to Screech, and after retelling her story, Towhee actually showed her humorous side, causing Niamh to crack a crooked smile and laugh. She could imagine Screech being difficult as a child, so she nodded. ”He’s a bit stubborn, isn’t he?” She said. It seemed to be something that ran in the family- but she kept herself from saying so. 

Towhee went on to describe a language she and her sister had invented, and Niamh tilted her head to the side. ”Terro?” she asked, not recognizing the word. ”Is it just like...Body language, but..More?”