Heron Lake Plateau The Indie Queens are Waiting

The sign word for Screech was actually kind of funny- and made sense, now that she got to see it a second time. She chuckled, and mimed the word back to Towhee- though her movements weren’t quite as fluid and she couldn’t help herself but chuckle when she pointed to her own throat and opened her mouth as wide as she could. It certainly wasn’t a very discreet sign. 

Towhee’s wasn’t quite as plain and simple as Screech’s was, but she caught onto the idea of silently mouthing the name, as well as making up signs to go with it. It seemed that Towhee could spell too, but Niamh was more interested in gestures, rather than writing. ”Sooooo...What if I did this?” She asked, mouting her name and at the same time, she lifted her right foreleg and softly ran it over her ear and down her muzzle, the way a cat might while cleaning itself, before setting it down on the ground. A monosyllabic name- well, it would have two syllables if she pronounced it right, but she often slurred it into a compact “Neev” rather than “Nee-iv”- should have a short sign, or so she though. She hesitated for a second, expression going blank when a sudden realization hit her. ”Or does that already mean something? Oh, watch it mean like shit-head or something, hahaha!”