Cedar Sweep she wore her scars as best attire

there is a small sag of relief in jr's shoulders as the woman appears to be able to read ptero; though by now jr was used to trying to craftily construct her body language and answer with nods or head shakes to those who did not, though it had been some time since she'd been without a translator.

a soft snort is given as the flattering words settle over her shoulders like a cape. -i scowl plenty, trust me.- she signs back.

-i call the sun mote copse home,- towhee jr signs next. -if you are hungry or thirsty or even need to rest you are welcome to accompany me back. towhee the elder is there, too.- at directions to the coast, however, jr hesitates.

-it has been a long time since i was on the coast. i can try to direct you, but i am not super confident in my directions.- jr admits, the twitch of her lips apologetic.