Bearclaw Valley [m] burning skies

there is always something a little endearing about watching someone try to sign ptero the first time; a bit clumsy like a pup trying to stand for the first time. no doubt it is a similar sort of experience, for it wasn't natural per-se. for her, yes. just as the silence she lived in was natural. she knew nothing else, and did not necessarily yearn for it except in moments of great frustration when she assumes it would be easier to speak her words rather than gesture them out with her paws.

still, his first successful ptero attempt brings a soft, albeit encouraging smile to her lips.

his question, playful she deduces from watching his micro expressions draws a coy look from her. he was right, of course. it was the next fundamental building block of learning ptero.

-no.- she draws a sharp slicing motion with her paw, giving her head a shake.