Moonspear Sal din hug og lat den ri og renna.

No one had any qualms with her proposal, at least as far as Towhee could tell. Truth be told, she had a little bit of a tough time reading Njord’s lips. But Meerkat quickly rounded up Phox and the little ones to begin the climb. Towhee watched as she kissed Njord, offering a little wave to their backs and then turning to face her son-in-law.

I’m sure Meerkat’s told you I’m deaf, she said, but I didn’t know you had an accent. At least, she assumed it was that and not a speech impediment; she could not possibly tell the difference. Do you mind looking right at me—don’t worry about making eye contact, it actually helps—and speaking slowly? Even if I can’t catch every word, I can usually get the gist…

A smile flickered across her mouth, though it flattened into more of a neutral expression as Towhee waited for Njord to react. It was always possible she’d committed a faux pas by pointing out his speech patterns, though that sort of thing couldn’t always be helped. This was just more reason for Meerkat to teach her whole family to speak Ptero. Towhee would be more than happy to assist in this endeavor.