Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

the woman's lips begin to move — this, jr is used to — and she squints to catch the movements; focusing on the words she can pick out ( for her lipreading skills was still pretty lacking ). despite that she is confident that ptero will go unknown, it has been so long since she's signed that she can't help but make the gestures with her paws that spell out -hello.- offering a soft, wispy breathy noise of greeting; her body posture relaxing to indicate she meant no harm.

ghost lingers above; a vigilant watchfalcon.

i help. i help?

it was the only words jr was able to pick out and she offers a sheepish crook of her ear, head tilting to the side; unsure if she was being asked to help or if she was asking if she ( jr ) needed help.

an unsure shake of her head no is given; uncertainty crackling along her shoulders like a palpable thing.