Bearclaw Valley the 48

jr would've taught ameline her name, yes! <3

-happy head you.- jr signs with a breathy laugh; good natured as opposed to mocking. -i know what you meant.- jr remembered what it was like trying to learn how to read lips, after all. it wasn't an easy feat and sometimes if she was too far away or someone was speaking too fast words could get lost easily in translation for her.

-thank you.- it was a simple word, a simple ptero gesture but it encapsulated more than any word or gesture could communicate. she was looking forward to settling in, even though her heart gives a soft pang for her nieces and nephews, for her mother and brothers — scattered across the wilds and maybe even further.

but jr always held that burning flame to forge her own path, without knowing what shape it may take nor where it may lead her.