Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

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Her mother repeated the word, and Chacal watched as her lips moved, as her tongue moved, and the way the word was formed. She knew the word- she could feel the word in her mind, she could practically feel it begging to come straight out of her mind and into the open air between them, but there was something in between the way she could hear the word in her mind- spoken in her mother's voice- and how she worked her mouth. She opened and closed her jaws a few times, as though chewing thoughtfully- but no sound came forth. It was as though she'd forgotten how to make her voice work, and then it clicked- and her vocal chords thrummed into use.

“Sssss....Mmmm...SSuh, Sssssss, t-t-t-t-tssss” She attempted, before she shook her head, but for all the encouragement her mother gave her, she owed it another attempt. “Ssssszzzzzz. Zzzz, nnnnn, no.” She said, becoming frustrated again. She nudged the mouse with her foot. “Tué” She spat, and she maintained her soured expression for a moment before she realized that something had worked- and her ears flicked forward. While one word hadn't worked- another one had, and it was at least somewhat relevant. It had come from her without a great deal of pre-meditation, which was what caught her by the most surprise. How was it that she could focus on a word so much only to be denied the ability to speak it, while another one came to her without a moment's consideration? She wasn't sure how to feel about it, and looked up at her mother in surprise. What was going on?