Arrow Lake sweet nothing

it's early dawn, and Isi is parked at the closest border. she's come to the realization that perhaps her last attempt at border guarding was less than perfect, and so seeks to replicate her only role model in the matter - her mother. waiting for some intruder is getting boring,  but practicing on empty air sounds stupid. finally, thankfully, a sparrow perches on a sapling just outside the borderline, and she puffs out her chest and eyes it. "hi! this die'spor." good start! an excellent way to ease into it and the sparrow looks enthralled by her performance so far. "what want?" she stops, considering. that doesn't sound like her mother would say it - aure was soft and warm and polite. the sparrow hops higher into the sapling, a clear sign she's done wrong. 

"please what bring Die'spor?" she tries again, and this time it sounds right. she doesn't need sparrow anymore, and so yips in its direction until it takes flight, retreats, and waits for some other creature to interrupt the un-crossable line that is Diaspora's border, now that she's on the job.