Sun Mote Copse Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society…

She inhaled sharply when his limbs began to move, then let out a breathy laugh. He could sign! She noted the “N” at the end of his name and mentally corrected herself: Rhonen, not Rhone.

-“Absolutely,”- Towhee responded with a grin. -“It’s usually easiest to pick it up via actual conversation, so I won’t worry about formal lessons or anything. I’ll make a point to sign whenever we speak, so that you’ll just sort of naturally get the hang of it. I should be doing that anyway, so he can learn too.”-

Towhee’s orange eyes cut over to Bushtit, snoring softly at the back of the cottage. She smiled at the sight, then faced Rhonen again. Her tail tapped as she considered what to say next. If he’d answered her earlier question, she hadn’t caught it, so she would start there but phrase things as “yes” or “no” questions.

-“Are you doing anything in particular today, Rhonen? Or just out enjoying the copse?”-