V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
She couldn't stop the delight in her eyes, when he confirmed it.
Friends, she had made another friend. Her eyes were bright, and she seemed to shed off more of that galactic particles, as she nodded brightly, Yes, friend. She agreed, smiling vibrant, a slight laugh leaving her, in clear excitement. It was almost heartbreaking to imagine how rare this was for her. How often others didn't adjust to her own communication issues, wrote her off, didn't try because it was too hard, thought she was too stupid. Didn't see the intelligence, the frustration, the wisdom hidden behind her eyes, unable to be released.
She felt like this was the most progress she'd made in a while.
But it was hard when you were starting with absolutely no concept of language. His expression turned, and she frowned as he looked at the weapon, and this time as he spoke that first word that made her nervous, she was surprised by the others, catching the drift of what he meant. She didn't hesitate, having long ago realized she could show more support silently, with touch, then with her lack of words. Her muzzle gently touched his shoulder, a silent show of support, of understand. He continued though, explaining that second word, defend; was his. Fighting only if he needed to. She hesitated for just a moment, starting to understand the emotions, for their meanings. She knew a sound that reminded her of fighting, and when she spoke it was almost hesitantly, quietly asking if her understanding, her own connections were in the right direction, Fight . . . ugly? Defend . . . She pauses, tilting her head, silently working through her thoughts, Defend . . . like, home. family. but. not?" Her tone was confused, and in that moment, if he had been paying attention, he'd make the connection that there was something else supplying her with definition, helping her out, her own source of connecting sounds to meanings.
She looks back up when he spoke again.
His sad smile had her frowning, and once again she offered her gentle, supportive touch, trying to express the empathy and reassurance she didn't have words for, before offering him a reassuring smile, New . . . not bad, Lose . . . She pauses for a moment, trying to connect the words, the noises when she didn't have words, lose hard. Painful. That bright smile returned as she playfully bumped her shoulder against his, that dazzling smile trying to fix his drop in mood, Not alone, any more. Friends, now. She added firmly before perking up even more and nodding her head quickly, Jane! Home, Solterra. Her smile hesitated for a moment, Not see . . . for many days. Not stay, she pausing, searching for the noise she'd heard explain the constant rush, the never being there, busy. many busy days.
The loneliness had crept back, and that's why she'd started to explore again.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Benedict
Notes:: Yes, teach her all the words.
Friends, she had made another friend. Her eyes were bright, and she seemed to shed off more of that galactic particles, as she nodded brightly, Yes, friend. She agreed, smiling vibrant, a slight laugh leaving her, in clear excitement. It was almost heartbreaking to imagine how rare this was for her. How often others didn't adjust to her own communication issues, wrote her off, didn't try because it was too hard, thought she was too stupid. Didn't see the intelligence, the frustration, the wisdom hidden behind her eyes, unable to be released.
She felt like this was the most progress she'd made in a while.
But it was hard when you were starting with absolutely no concept of language. His expression turned, and she frowned as he looked at the weapon, and this time as he spoke that first word that made her nervous, she was surprised by the others, catching the drift of what he meant. She didn't hesitate, having long ago realized she could show more support silently, with touch, then with her lack of words. Her muzzle gently touched his shoulder, a silent show of support, of understand. He continued though, explaining that second word, defend; was his. Fighting only if he needed to. She hesitated for just a moment, starting to understand the emotions, for their meanings. She knew a sound that reminded her of fighting, and when she spoke it was almost hesitantly, quietly asking if her understanding, her own connections were in the right direction, Fight . . . ugly? Defend . . . She pauses, tilting her head, silently working through her thoughts, Defend . . . like, home. family. but. not?" Her tone was confused, and in that moment, if he had been paying attention, he'd make the connection that there was something else supplying her with definition, helping her out, her own source of connecting sounds to meanings.
She looks back up when he spoke again.
His sad smile had her frowning, and once again she offered her gentle, supportive touch, trying to express the empathy and reassurance she didn't have words for, before offering him a reassuring smile, New . . . not bad, Lose . . . She pauses for a moment, trying to connect the words, the noises when she didn't have words, lose hard. Painful. That bright smile returned as she playfully bumped her shoulder against his, that dazzling smile trying to fix his drop in mood, Not alone, any more. Friends, now. She added firmly before perking up even more and nodding her head quickly, Jane! Home, Solterra. Her smile hesitated for a moment, Not see . . . for many days. Not stay, she pausing, searching for the noise she'd heard explain the constant rush, the never being there, busy. many busy days.
The loneliness had crept back, and that's why she'd started to explore again.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@
Notes:: Yes, teach her all the words.
Could you be my super nova girl?
