Bearclaw Valley Accepting limits

towhee jr is pulled once more into the stark reality that she'd gotten spoiled by living in sun mote copse where ( almost ) everyone had known ptero. it had made her life measurably easier on the communication front. having been different from everyone else her whole life she was no stranger to facing obstacles before her and outsmarting them. but there was a part of her that had fallen complacent to the ease of being able to use ptero with everyone.

she did not have that luxury here.

she offers a soft breathy noise, her own form of 'good morning' as she reads his lips. it's harder with the distance between them and she instinctively draws a little bit nearer to his stone perch so she might read more accurately.

tvar. she contemplates how she might sign his name in ptero but pushes it aside. it didn't much matter at the moment. he was waiting for her name and jr had no way of offering it. like every other interaction before, it would be up to him to decide what he was going to call her.

jr offers him a half apologetic, half sheepish smile and makes the gesture with her paws: touching her ear, her throat and her mouth and giving a shake of her head 'no' in clear body language that says i cannot hear nor speak.