"Hot, cold," she says, mangling the pronunciation. Write, write - her handwriting is different, though the alphabet is strange enough that it would be easy to overlook. "Yes. Uh -" She draws a stick-girl up a tree and a nasty monster, keeping her treed. She points at the picture. "And..." She draws a hand, with a leaf in it. Arrow goes from tree to leaf. "Hot!" She traces the arrow, repeating "hot", then draws a leaf on fire. "Hot tlaa. Cold -" She taps the tree. "Mouse mouse mouse cold -" She tilts her head, squints her eyes shut, lets her tongue loll out. "Pyay cold! Cold mouse, Pyay not cold. Mouse -" Miming of deadness. "Tlaa hot -" Miming of deadness.
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Date: 2014-12-28 03:27 am (UTC)