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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Bria’s grin widened at the assurance, the edges of her eyes crinkling. "Dad is fluent. He learned it here after meeting Picketta - OH, that's his bowtruckle...but if you ask her she i more likely to tell you that he is her human, or her Home Tree in human form,” she explained with an excited wiggle. “My gift of the tongue is more with bird calls...but even if you can't speak the language of a creature, I think they can still tell what you mean as long as you are being sincere. I think you can do that with people too. I mean, mum and dad have taken us loads of places where we don't know the language but still manage to communicate mostly - even if a lot of it might be through gestures.”
Communication, after all, wasn't just about words...even if this Gryffindor was rarely ever short of them.
At Amphitrite’s question, Bria shifted her basket between them, a few acorn caps still rolling lazily in the grass. “Well,” she hummed, picking up a feather that had escaped earlier and held it between two fingers “If we can find more of these, and maybe a few bits of lichen or driftwood, it’ll help balance the texture. Oh, and if you see any snail shells that aren’t occupied, they make the prettiest curls of light once there is algae inside...just as long as they aren't overstuffed.”
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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