Moonspear incommunicado

It made him feel kind of incredible when he made someone laugh. He returned Killdeer’s grin, dark eyes sparkling with his own amusement at the subsequent query.

Nah, they get along but they’re not together. I’m not even sure if I’d call them friends, he reported honestly. I guess the language barrier probably plays into that, especially with her deafness. That’s why I’m trying to teach him—and everybody else in Verapaz—how to sign.

Killdeer seemed curious about Soto’s tongue. Bushtit opened his mouth to share its name only to draw a blank. He blinked stupidly, though it finally came to him after a few awkward seconds.

It’s called Spanish. Well, you already know one: padre. He paused, clicking his tongue. That there’s a montaña, he added, flicking a pale toe toward toward Moonspear. I’ve been trying to learn landscapes, he continued, eyes flitting around as he searched for something else to name. Hell if I know the word for glen, but it’s pretty much a forest: bosque.