Moonsong Glacier I guess I'm doing karaoke on the 29th :/

jr is reminded that she finds it a bit frustrating: to teach ptero. it is easier, she knows, to simple stick to the most basic and primal mannerisms of communication. what little vocalization she could do, body language and the occasional nod or shake of her head when needed. but that felt too much like giving up and giving up was decidedly not in her nature.

probably, it is bullheadedness that ultimately drove her. but that went hand in hand well enough with determination.

he speaks of songs — a word that has no actual meaning to her — and stories and jr gives a curious tilt of her head. she picks out from lipreading that he had hopes of her telling a story. she considers this for a moment, ears fluttering back to half mast atop her skull for a few seconds before pushing forth; alert.

-perhaps.- she signs with a wily grin tugging at the edges of her lips.

she peers up at ghost as he circles and perches back upon her shoulders and considers his offer of meat. she, herself, is not hungry but she worries that ghost is and so she nods, gesturing with her muzzle for him to lead the way.