Wheeling Gull Isle still cutting shapes

Her ears fell as she realized that Caracal did not understand. It was speech he wanted, something Anathema had never considered for herself. It just wasn't the way things were. Her littermates maintained their silence, and so too did she.

But that didn't mean she was incapable.

Ana clicked sadly, then nodded. Understand, She murmured in a stilted, underused voice, and her mouth contorted a little with the strange feel of it. Un-derstand. The darkling repeated, this time more for herself, testing her first word one more time. She watched Caracal hopefully, seeking his approval for having done this thing he'd wanted from her.