I hear an odd humming come from nearby. It was the humming of a young pup, but the tune was...well, not...good at all. This child though, was certainly of my blood. I know no one else other than Eve to hum tunes while they journey, and even Eve does not do it that often. My black ears turn towards the source as one of the young girl pups was coming around with flowers in her mouth as well as the tune. I had watched them from afar, and learned who was who via their father.
Most interesting to me was, this was the deaf girl. I know the uh...circumstances of these children. It is somewhat uncertain whose blood is whose, but I know immediately this girl is mine. I simply know from my many children and grandchildren...and the fact that she hums despite her lack of hearing. A most curious thing indeed.
The young girl is not afraid though. In fact, she seems excited to see me as she comes on over without hesitation. Her tail wags and she lowers the flowers between my paws. I look down at them and then to her as she speaks then, her voice perhaps odd but enough was understood. Hm. Most interesting indeed. Eden must be teaching her to rumbles of her voice. Yet, I wonder how far that can go in time. Hello is certainly a more easy word to learn without hearing. I have doubts that she can learn the intricacies of how the tongue works in the mouth without hearing to imitate, no matter how well of training she receives. And one can only see so much viewing the lips...yes, most interesting indeed. She will be one to be watched to see how well she can adapt. She is of my blood, so I expect her to be the epitome of what a deaf woman can be.She is so different than my blind son and my deformed son. I am a bit...annoyed the defect appeared in a girl though.
My eyes of copper and blue look at her with a natural critical look as she looks upon me with great interest. My face is naturally a static one- strict in nature and very strong and foreboding, while still maintaining a beauty and feminine look. I do admit more grey has creeped onto my muzzle and paws...but she doesn’t need to realize that is because of my age.
”Hello, young one, I am your grandmother, Ava,” I say, but I do not exaggerate my features for her. If she is to learn, she has to learn that not everyone will adjust to make her life easier like perhaps her father and siblings have. I will speak to her as normal and what she gets in time, she gets. ”Th...thank you for the flowers,” I say as I look at them, somewhat...not knowing what to do with them. I would have smashed them in front of her when I was a pup her age. Deconstructed and destroyed them to see what is inside. And here she is, giving them away as gifts of some sort. Useless gifts, but gifts I suppose.
”What are these about, hm?” I say in my stern and yet melodic voice as I turn my head ever so slightly for her. Normally I give very little reaction to others, especially the young. Often times parents coddle their young, but I have to be the face of sterness. How am I to get my messages across about what she needs to be and what he blood means with her lack of hearing?