Sea Lion Shores just don’t know if i can roll into the sea again,

astara’s gaze lit in interest as bat paused and then signed; how arcane and delightful the motion seemed! her indigo eyes traced the subtle language held in that paw— what did the strange gestures signify?

she plopped to her haunches and raised a front limb, attempting to mirror the last motion bat had gestured. her interpretation was a clumsy imitation at best, looking expectantly at bat for validation.