7/20/2025, 2:38 PM
There was still no sound but that of the trees in the wind, which only blew for but a moment. He looked to her with his eagerness, and no words came. Instead, he could perhaps sense a bit of frustration on her end. He remained without word for now, observing what he could from the woman before him.
She then moves, and he remains still and respectful with great curiosity. She moved to his side, and he looked to her as she did so. He was not used to someone being so close to him, and naturally he was beginning to feel more nervous. Nervous that he was not executing the mission correctly. Nervous that his approach was not correct. Nervous that someone else was so close, but he held it together rather well with it mostly being inner turmoil.
She begins to move her paw against the ground, moving it around to where symbols were shown in the ground. He watched carefully at each and every symbol, but ears fell slightly. He knew not what they meant, but it was a hint. He had heard of such things, but none were brought back to the Starwoven in enough detail that they could use them. She moved back to the other side, gesturing from the symbols to herself. Molten eyes blinked. She then motioned at her neck and shook her head. At least, he feels it confirm a growing suspicion. The woman was mute.
“Forgive this one… these marks are unknown to this one’s eyes. Yet… do they speak your name?” he inquires, looking back down at the symbols on the ground. He looked for a moment, his face wrinkling a bit with intense thought. "You are a Wordless One…One Who Writes The Wind." he said a bit more quietly, eyes still focused on the symbols below. There were some stories of those without words, but without the stars of his sky, the details of their stories were hazy. His ears suddenly perked, and he looked back to the stranger with almost a puppy like excitement - toned down by his desire to be proper and formal.
“A thought comes to this one… might you write this one’s name beneath your own?” he asks, not knowing if it was something possible. Perhaps the symbols are unique to each individual, but he had heard that these symbol systems can work in different ways. One of the ways relates the symbols to sounds, another the symbols strictly mean a single thing. He had to try though, for a name is so important to one’s being.
She then moves, and he remains still and respectful with great curiosity. She moved to his side, and he looked to her as she did so. He was not used to someone being so close to him, and naturally he was beginning to feel more nervous. Nervous that he was not executing the mission correctly. Nervous that his approach was not correct. Nervous that someone else was so close, but he held it together rather well with it mostly being inner turmoil.
She begins to move her paw against the ground, moving it around to where symbols were shown in the ground. He watched carefully at each and every symbol, but ears fell slightly. He knew not what they meant, but it was a hint. He had heard of such things, but none were brought back to the Starwoven in enough detail that they could use them. She moved back to the other side, gesturing from the symbols to herself. Molten eyes blinked. She then motioned at her neck and shook her head. At least, he feels it confirm a growing suspicion. The woman was mute.
“Forgive this one… these marks are unknown to this one’s eyes. Yet… do they speak your name?” he inquires, looking back down at the symbols on the ground. He looked for a moment, his face wrinkling a bit with intense thought. "You are a Wordless One…One Who Writes The Wind." he said a bit more quietly, eyes still focused on the symbols below. There were some stories of those without words, but without the stars of his sky, the details of their stories were hazy. His ears suddenly perked, and he looked back to the stranger with almost a puppy like excitement - toned down by his desire to be proper and formal.
“A thought comes to this one… might you write this one’s name beneath your own?” he asks, not knowing if it was something possible. Perhaps the symbols are unique to each individual, but he had heard that these symbol systems can work in different ways. One of the ways relates the symbols to sounds, another the symbols strictly mean a single thing. He had to try though, for a name is so important to one’s being.