Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

It would be the beginning for her to learn how she could express herself, and would cultivate an image in her mind of herself that she had never really noticed before. She had never considered herself different simply because she hadn't spoken, but now...Now she'd begun to notice just how much language meant to others, and how difficult it was for her to make her thoughts into words. 

But it did cheer her up to see her mother accept her gift, tossing it into the air and snatching it with such finesse, that she thought surely- she could learn how to be as graceful as her mother. And perhaps, then, she might not have such need of words after all. So when her mother bounded off, she jigged sideways merrily, leaving behind the rough, tumble of words she'd jostled, and began to chase after her mother with the bounding grace of a young doe.