Blackfeather Woods you are young and life is long

With Squeaky out cold -- booooring! -- the pale child turned her attention to the adult conversation at hand. Head tilted as she looked from one to the other. There was something bothering Legs, though the spirit wasn't too sure what it was. It had something to do with Unknown, for as far as she could tell from the conversation at hand. She followed only some of the caretaker's mouthed words for she was so used to non-verbal communication that it was harder to pay attention to what was being mouthed; she was still learning that language.