Greatwater Lake And since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just curse

It was unfortunate that she did not speak! Her effort to appease the boy and make it known she was a friend, or friendly at the very least, appeared to backfire. He was clearly not used to such displays, and a rippled of unease shifted through him that Wilwarin could pick up for a moment, as she relented and gave him some space.

Her tail was low, but it wagged at the tip. The girl's lips pursed a moment before she opened her mouth and silently spoke — in the way she always had, unvoiced, but emphatic — and hoped he would understand: I greet you. I am sorry, her ears pivot back to show remorse for a beat, then, I have no voice.

There was always the chance he would not understand, and that was a problem Wilwarin rarely dealt with while she had been with her own family. This was going to be a struggle for both of them to adapt to; but maybe the boy was attentive, or the spirits would help him to hear her.