"Cute," Reshad tells the mothling, as she follows its signals to scratch the preferred tentacles. She refrains from startling when the big moth hums along this time. Tunes, not words! It may be the most peculiar form of communication she's used, but it certainly seems to be a form of communication.
If only she were a musician.
After trying to follow the mothling's improvisation, with moderate success, she hums the first phrase again - then slowly, humming in place of some of the words, tries to piece together a half-remembered song. The words are in a low language, growing in confidence as tune trips memory, and memory loosens tongue.
Re: let's have a sensible conversation about maps
If only she were a musician.
After trying to follow the mothling's improvisation, with moderate success, she hums the first phrase again - then slowly, humming in place of some of the words, tries to piece together a half-remembered song. The words are in a low language, growing in confidence as tune trips memory, and memory loosens tongue.