Heron Lake Plateau when we wake up, we remember it was just a paper cut

Niamh was pleased, and felt that she'd found a new purpose and place within the pack, simply because Tegan had given her a chance, and would be taking her with him on his mission to Drageda, wherever that was. Things were looking up, slightly; X thought she was great, or so it seemed- birds were really hard to read since they mostly just looked angry- and at least one of the Blackthorns had time for her. Her lessons in Ptero had continued, though she was still a bit shaky and practiced on her own a bit, to try and smoothe the gestures out so she didn't look like a frog in a blender while she was trying to sign. But all in all, things were going alright. 

Her good mood didn't change when she caught sight of Clover in the distance. Fiadh had been cold toward her, but she hadn't had much of a chance to pin Clover down on her own, so she made her way toward the girl with the clover on her haunch. Fiadh had probably already told her that she'd started learning Ptero, and how it was lame that she was trying to fit in, but she didn't care. There was always a chance she hadn't, and a chance that maybe she could still win Clover over. 

She shook a few rain droplets from her coat, hoping to catch Clover's attention, before she signed. -Hi Clover. What's up?- She asked, waiting, hoping that she'd be given a chance.