Dawn Treader Valley some people think it's a curse

towhee's eyes track each movement: the gentle shake of his head, which she took to mean it's most simple gesture: no.

his lips move but towhee hadn't ever bothered to learn how to read lips, because she couldn't hear nor could she mimic how to make the sounds that would be words, even if she wanted to. so, just as he does not understand her ptero, she does not understand what he speaks.

-i cannot read lips,- she admits, determinedly signing it despite the fact that she knew he didn't understand. still, she slows her movements as her mother had done for her when teaching her.

raptly, she watches the softening of his posture and slowly, relaxes her own.

the gears in her mind turn quickly for a moment, thinking that perhaps she should learn how to lipread, for while it wouldn't be perfect it would be a way of acclimating to the world that is not meant for wolves like her. and though towhee feels the familiar burn of frustration building within her chest, she works to let it burn off without letting it lash out. it wasn't his fault that he didn't know ptero, she tells herself.