Alpine Lake for merely dreaming we were snow

Right, Sable wasn’t with anyone who understood ptero. The boy stood still as a statue for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts into enough of a coherency to think this through.

Can’t talk. Loud. His throat clicked, the words little more than a hissed whisper, like a snake trying to push words out through a mouth not made for it. Sable shuffled uncomfortably at the feeling, the hum of words in his throat that did not come out normal, came rasped and wheezy.

Sable. He said after a moment, patting at his chest as best he could to indicate himself.