Whitefish River Everyone Loves A Slinky

One by one, new faces came to join her in the dusty pit. The fiery little head shooting up the eye them both one by one, ears twisting to listening as they spoke and greeted in different ways... one spoke more than the other, and Connie wasn't certain which she felt more comfortable with just yet. Neither really. She barely felt comfortable with Emrik and she had known him for weeks now!

H-Haaaiii. 

Her vocals almost strained as she tasted the word on her tongue for the first time. Having so many more talkative individuals around her, for once, Conquest thought it might be the time to start communicating herself. Even if it was just one word here and there while she tried to figure out this whole pronouncing business. What... What - this? The words were awkward but they were something as she shuffled her feet on the dry ground, dust clouding around her toes.