Redhawk Caldera Waayo waayo.

her aunt said nothing at first, merely looking back at her with their shared, orange eyes— even vesper couldn't deny her family resemblance with many of those within the caldera, and her brows furrowed slightly at this realization. in the same moment, towhee offered a tentative smile, and the darkling bowed her head and softened her expression in deference. whether she wanted to be in this place or not, this was her leader... an authority that mattered more than blood.

hi. 'm vesper, she murmured a quiet introduction, for the moment a shier version of herself. but vesper lifted her head, and her large ears perked in curiosity at her aunt's next words. towhee was difficult to understand, an accent vesper didn't recognize thick in her speech (nor did the child know her aunt was deaf)... but even after she thought she deciphered it, it didn't make much sense.

what is yogurt? vesper questioned then, suspicious.