Wheeling Gull Isle poking a voodoo doll you didn't know i made

like him, she feels foolish for a moment, staring at him and waiting to see what sounds he can make. she doesn't let it show in her face, her expression drawn still stern and expectant -- give him and inch and he'll take a mile, she suspects. 

mou is capable already of more than she'd thought -- she lets herself look impressed, wanting to encourage him. his mangled words aren't coherent necessarily, but reed finds she gets the gist. "good," the fearghal praises, "don't look so upset, that's a good start. let's run through vowels and consonants, then." 

refusing to feel silly about it again reed says: "repeat: aa, ee, eeh, oou, ow, uu." &c &c, taking him through as many as he will follow should you wish to speed through this part jb.