Phantom Hollow slow news day

Not realizing the panic that he'd caused in the other, Titmouse was perplexed - and more than a little defensive - when they came charging at him full of worry. Her approach wasn't antagonistic but he couldn't help but feel like a target, and skittered away from her with a haphazard staccato-step. She seemed genuinely concerned. When his heart stopped thumping wildly in his chest he tried to explain himself again, this time by employing his ruined voice: Tockeng es 'art, he enunciated as much as he could, turning many of the softer sounds in to hard clicks out of necessity. Afterwards he licked his dry lips, appearing thoughtful, hoping that she'd understand. But for good measure, he lifted his chin and gave her a glimpse of the knot of scar tissue there — Talking is hard, he'd said; understatement of his life.