Without Words :. Amelia .:

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Amelia watched the older girl’s face carefully. It was vital to understanding her, but she was always searching her. Trying to figure her out. Lamia, although laughing and friendly, seemed very serious. The girl needed to relax and enjoy herself a bit more. In an effort to lighten the mood she said, well texted,

being normal is a waste of time. Im happy as I am. She was tempted to bring up the Sponebob episode where the yellow sponge became ‘normal’. He was unhappy and boring, life was better when you where abnormal. When you where confident with who you are. Amelia scrunched up her nose at Lamia’s second statement, it isnt a big deal, I was only kidding. Of course this was nothing compared to her reaction to the bat. Her mouth fell open surprised, then she grinned thinking it was a joke, but she seemed so serious. She wasn’t smiling or laughing, her words where soft and her head turned towards her back for just a second. Her head tilted to the side. After a moment she finally ran her fingers across her keypad on her phone. ur joking? I mean….bats cant even be legal pets. Can they? One part of her didn’t want to offend her new friend, calling her liar or making fun of her pets, the other part didn’t want to be mistaken for an idiot for believing her ifit was a lie.

Her father had once suggest she look into a service dog. Even a small dog could be trained for the help she needed. However her current life style didn’t require the extra help. Maybe when she had her own house or if she found herself traveling a lot, but she could cope just fine. Besides she would want to treat it was a pet rather then a working pet.

[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

As Amelia watched her Lamia fought the urge to squirm away. Even knowing she was being watched, it made her nervous having eyes on her even if she knew the eyes were upon her. It was true too Lamia was serious far more so than her older brother. He was the comic always laughing or joking about something. She was the stable serious one of them

Chuckling lightly she nodded. "I don't think normal exists." She replied aloud to the text. Had Amelia brought up Sponge Bob Lamia wouldn't have known what she was talking about she didn't watch move tv. Anything she watched were movies or the news. Or magic shows, something her brother was more into than her but it was amusing at times to him him tell her every move on how a trick was done. Lamia was quite a moment listening to the text that followed. "It is hard to tell. Not seeing you. Some things need the expression to tell." She replied. Her words were serious on her furries. "Not joking no. And likely not in the states. But I don't follow the norm on being blind why should I on pets?" She asked then added, "Don't worry both are up to date on shots and papers." Lamia took no offense to the questioning of it. It wasn't often that someone spoke of owning a bat and beyond that it wasn't often that she ever told anyone that she had pets much less that they were with her at all times.

Obezyanka, was a big dog scary looking in his size. He could be trained as a service dog but Lamia was small and he was big he'd have easily drug her along as he often did on walks if she held the lead on the occasions she went walking with her brother. She was no different than Amelia, she often treated her furries far more like pets than working, but then they weren't the traditional working animals.

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It wasn’t Amelia’s intention to make her new friend uncomfortable. She wasn’t even aware she was staring, it was second nature. Observing was how she interpreted the world and people around her. It was her only way to ‘hear’ just like Lamia used her ears and hands to ‘see’. Times where she couldn’t see clearly made her nervous. It was as if she was trapped in her own world. It was one of her darkest secrets that she had slept with a night light until she was ten. Then again Amelia could be dramatic.

Amelia shrugged, momentarily forgetting it would go unnoticed. She replied, Make sense. Sarcasm is like that. Its something you hear in the voice. This was odd. Automatically she had smiled at the sophomore, an understanding smile, but she couldn’t see it. Body language made up the majority of her conversations.

That’s…cool, maybe a little weird, but really cool. If u don’t mind me asking, can ur bat come out during day light? Wait, aren’t bats blind? Its like, the blind leading the blind. She was pretty sure bats used echo location, using their hearing to see, a little like Lamia. im sorry, it’s a stupid question. u don’t have to answer lol

Lamia seemed very comfortable with herself, very confident. She was her own person, Amelia admired that. So many people just went along with the crowd or where too nervous or shy to be who they really where. She had met a few students, including a senior who had to be eighteen, who had no self confidence. How did they plan to survive in the world if they couldn’t even survive high school? Lamia would, she seemed like the type who would assert herself. Amelia thought she would do okay, she wouldn’t let people walk all over her.

[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

She knew it wasn't Amelia's intention it just was a little unnerving. Everyone can feel when people are looking at them. But when one can't look back such as Lamia? It just was a little scary. Lamia wasn't one to touch people to 'see' them. She was more apt to run her hand a long a wall. But not people, it was just strange for her and very likely strange for them too.

Lamia of course didn't see the shrug but knew a reply would come Amelia wouldn't just leave her hanging. Nodding in reply, "Yes, exactly. Both hearing and seeing. You and I we make a whole." She replied aloud as a smile graced her face as well. Lamia could tell sometimes when people smiled or frowned. There was an increase or a decrease in the voice accordingly when they did.

Silence followed a moment as Lamia listened to Amelia's message. She was quiet through the first and the second that followed. She smiled as a light laugh escaped her. "No that's totally myth. Aren't blind, their eye sight is bad but they can make shapes out like me." She told her friend as she fingered the zipper with her hand but didn't yet pull it open. "And it's not a stupid question." She assured Amelia. "Did you want to see my furries?" She added softly her voice lowering slightly.

Lamia was likely on confident because of her brother, be gave her the strength and courage to not pull in totally into herself. But on her own too she was comfortable with herself and her ability to get along. Amelia should get along fine too, she was communicate and stand upon her own two feet. They both could. She knew like Amelia people who didn't seem able to survive high school, the world would tear them apart. Amelia and Lamia weren't likely to be among those torn they had their own confidence and each other for extra support even if that friendship was only just budding.

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It would be strange if Lamia suddenly started feeling all over her face without warning, however Amelia could see the benefit of it. Still if you had never seen a face before how helpful could it be? Wouldn’t every face feel the same except for maybe a larger nose? It was an intriguing idea. Maybe she could try to create 3D. She would have to toy with the idea, art for the blind. It could be amazing.

Amelia turned her head to the side, pleasantly surprised that they had similar thoughts. What she said next gave Amelia a little trouble, her accent was thick. Myth looked more like a mif and a few other words she didn’t even recognize, but she could piece the meaning together. She was surprised to discover the sophomore had any sight. Amelia had been told she was completely blind. Lamia didn’t seem to mind her asking questions so she asked, How much can you see? She noticed her laughter, but knowing it was intended in a cruel way it didn’t bother her. She smiled along with her, I guess to someone who owns a bat it was a silly question.

Amelia smiled and her head tilted back slightly in silent laughter. It was a habit she had picked up watching others. Everyone tilted their head back just a bit when the laughed. Her furries? That was such a cute name. Feeling like a six year old on a trip to the zoe she nodded excitedly, yea! she was impressed by them already. On one hand they where smart enough to aid Lamia, but they where so well behaved that they stayed in her backpack! Of course if they where making noise she wouldn’t have heard it.

[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

Amelia didn't have to worry about Lamia suddenly touching her, especially not feeling all over her face. She'd ask first, even then she wasn't likely to ask. It was helpful or could be. Lamia could kind of understand why other blind people did it. She'd heard it said that the blind have eyes in their fingers. So through touch the 'saw'. If ever there were a way to have art like that, Lamia would be interested. Would be something likely no-one else had thought of.

Already it seemed they were connecting. Lamia smiled at that, this was fun. She was already glad she'd followed the councilor's advice. Her laughter hadn't meant to come out as cruel, had she known Amelia took it as such she'd have quickly apologized. At the question, Lamia hesitated only a second debating wither to show Amelia her steel gray eyes. But didn't for two reasons. First the sun, her biggest reason, would hurt her sensitive eyes badly. Second, sometimes her eyes, the eyes of the blind were a little unnerving to the sighted. "Very little. You are nothing more than a blur. The sun does not help. My eyes are only just better at nite, light is less harsh then." She explained. Trying to keep her heavy accent from creeping even more so into her voice. But as she grew more comfortable it became harder.

Even Lamia had picked up the habit of the head tilt perhaps everyone did, she wouldn't know. Her memories of sight were back to her childhood she was but six the last time she really remember seeing the world. As for her 'furries' she wasn't sure where the name came from it just was. She smiled brightly at Amelia's reply. She could almost hear the excitement that came with the word. They were quiet, they knew well not to make noise while in the bag. Sometimes they would, but it was very seldom, more if Lamia was sick. Moving her hand lightly along her bag she found the zipper easily. Hesitating a second listening, she heard no others around. No footsteps or voice to indicate that they for now weren't indeed alone on the walks. Her hand pulled at the zipper moving it towards her. Star was the first to peak out, her ears poked up first then the cat's head. She wasn't use to the bag being open when they were 'on the job'. So she lingered low in the bag looking around. When her eyes fell on the girl across from her, she opened her mouth letting a tiny mew escape her. The cat equivalent of a whisper.

Lamia smiled stroking her head lightly. "My little Star." She said to Amelia, then added as she reached her hands down into her bag scooping Satar up gently, "Satar." The bat hissed lightly as he peered through his wings. He clung to Lamia unwilling to move or be moved.

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It didn’t surprise Amelia they where hitting it off well, although she had been nervous. Their previous conversations had gone well, and they seemed like a good match. Opposites attract, right?

Amelia wouldn’t know if the eyes of the blind where unnerving, Lamia was the first blind person she had ever met. She had seen a few blind people before, but never met any. It had to be very frustrating have such limited sight. Knowing there was something there, being able to make out a shape or a shade of color, but not really seeing it. Amelia would rather be totally blind, blurred vision would only confuse her. Then again she had never experienced a life without sight. Perhaps some was better then none. She knew she would give almost anything to be able to hear something, anything, for almost a second. Perhaps even a little sight as the same way. Still hearing sometimes was probably very annoying, maybe even frightening.

Amelia always assumed the head tilt was just something people did as they laughed, something they couldn’t help, like blinking. Amelia simply mimicked it because she couldn’t laugh.

Lamia carefully unzipped her bag and it was good thing Amelia couldn’t speak, because she would have been embarrassed by the childish squeal that would have escaped her lips as she did so. Blame her father for her enthusiasm, this is what happens when an only child never has a pet. A cat’s head peeked out, apparently curious. The little bat however didn’t seem pleased to leave his set up in the bag, but perfectly docile, at least for his girl. She leaned forward, but didn’t touch them, she knew enough to not pet working service animals and she wasn’t sure how protective their where of her. Smiling she texted, they’re adorable! how old? She wondered how long bats could live. His coloring surprised her, Amelia thought bats could only be black, but then again she thought they where blind too.

[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

It kind of surprise Lamia, not that they were hitting it of but just how well it was going. The old saying of opposites attract seemed once again to hold true. She'd never known it not to be so, and now certainly didn't prove to be any different. So it wasn't something she readily questioned.

Perhaps it was more Lamia who was unnerved by her eyes. After all she could feel the eyes of others upon her when she allowed her 'disability' to be known. That made her nervous. However, in the end she through the blame upon others, they were unnerved by her, because honestly they were but it was her who was nervous. It was the eyes the unwelcome stares and the thoughts that were often of pity and wanting to baby her because she wasn't sighted. Lama was thankful for what sight she did have, even through the headache that the light brought when the sun was up. It meant for now she still had her eyes to have a visual of the world,. But also that she could still hid away behind her dark shades. They were the darkest money could buy to hide her eyes and shield them from the harsh lights. Honestly very few knew she was blind she hid it very well by not using the 'neon' signs. Only those who had to know did. Aside from her brother, her teachers knew. There were other medical issues that they needed to know about if anything happened so her blindness had to come out in that. Lamia would have agreed with Amelia, yes sometimes hearing wasn't the grandest thing, it too could be scary just like only 'half' seeing.

The Russian didn't know much of the tilt of the head either, it was just habit. Maybe the tilt came because when people laugh their head move? Or perhaps because in a tilt as if to say "I'm laughing but I think you're crazy.." She didn't know really, it just short of was like something known at birth that didn't half to be taught.

With her bag open listened again for anyone as her furries decided to come out. She knew Star would come first, she was the most curious. Satar wouldn't likely come at all willingly, he more shy and more apt to linger near Lamia. She smiled at the little white bat, stroking his soft velvet like fur softly with her other hand. Neither of them would bite unless Lamia was threatened, so Amelia was perfectly safe in that. Lamia looked up at Amelia she wish then that she could see her face, it was likely covered with a smile, the text message back all but confirmed that for her. She could almost imagine the delight on her face and and could 'hear' it in her head. Looking up at her friend she spoke. "Thank you. An' both are two years old. I have had them since little things." Lamia had, had them since they were babies both easily could fit in the palm of her hands. Criss, could hold both in one then, but he had bigger hands. Satar blinked looking up at Lamia then to Amelia before he tried to tuck his head under his wings, but Lamia rubbed his ears coaxing him reluctantly back out.

Star purred lightly as she moved towards the young teen across from Lamia. She mewed softly, trained so that when she spoke to 'whisper' so not to draw attention to herself or her 'brother' when they were in the bag. At home she could meow louder if she wanted, but she generally soft spoken unless Lamia was in trouble. Looking up at Amelia she gave a cat-like smile as her head tipped slightly to the side as if studying the teen.

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OOC: In case you wonder. (:
Satar : Honduran White Bat
<----Click
Star : Russian Blue
<---- Click, though Russian Blue you may know of. ^^ I said what she was anyways, but not of Satar

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The saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ was being proven by Lamia’s furries. Thankfully not with an untimely death for Star, but because she was the first to say hello. Amelia was impressed to say the least with her new friend’s skill with the animals. Satar appeared to want to crawl right back into his bag, but with Lamia’s coaching was still out in the open.

Amelia leaned over, closer to the cat’s level as she approached. She saw the cat’s mouth open and close as it ‘talked’. Slowly the teen lifted a hand to the cat’s head and began to stroke her gently.

let me know if im being too nosy. R u allowed to keep them in a dorm or do u live off campus? She had tried to convince her father to let her get a hamster to keep her company in her dorm room, he had happily pointed out pets weren’t allowed in the rooms. She loved her father dearly, they where close. He had raised her after her mother had died and always seemed to know exactly what she needed. When she wasn’t busy with school work or out like today Amelia found herself missing him terribly. Father and daughter wouldn’t be together again until the next break. Maybe later tonight she would send him an email.

With reluctance she looked away from Star to Lamia’s face for her response. Star was a lovely shade of gray-blue. He would make an excellent painting for her oil painting class. Her eyes as well, they where just so curious and full of life. It would be a nice challenge to capture her on paper. She would have to ask Lamia for a picture if she had any. Normally Amelia would give her art away to friends if she didn’t keep it to hang for herself, but Lamia probably wouldn’t want a painting or drawing.

[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

The saying Lamia had heard before. It amused her how many sayings revolved in one way or another around animals. "Curiosity killed the cat" , "Blind as a bat." among many others. Star glanced to Lamia as if for reassurance, then to her 'little brother' Satar was still clinging to Lamia's hand. Star moved forward again a bit the stopped about half way between them.

Star's mouth opened again as if she would mew, the soft whisper of her voice came out. She purred so that she vibrated, Amelia was sure to feel it under her hand. The cat was enjoying the affection and attention.

Lamia smiled her little girl was always the most social, her hand reached out easily enough finding the cat's tail she grabbed it lightly and let it slide through her fingers gently. As the voice came to her ears she shook her head in a 'no' "You are not being nosy. If you were I would tell.. Or as I do, ramble off in full Russian and leave confused. But I will not do so." She assured her her friend then answered her question. "I do not live in dorm. In apartment with my brother." Then looked down to Satar in her hands, still stroking his ears lightly. He squirmed away from her wanting very much to sulk away. "Forgive my little one here. He is not social like Star." She said after her eyes had raised to Amelia again. Family for Lamia was her brother. Her father was dead, and her mother, she didn't seem care she hardly ever called them. They rarely bothered to call her, perhaps they should reach out again, but the didn't feel like it not after what they went through back home.

If Amelia asked for pictures, Lamia would gladly give her some. She had several of them as little things, just babies and a few of them now older. And Lamia though she couldn't see the art like others could she could 'see' it with her hands. Feeling the texture, Criss would often guide her hand across something and tell her the colors and shapes if she couldn't tell them.

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Amelia almost jumped in surprise as she felt the cat’s purr beneath her hand. Her hand shot up as if electrocuted afraid that she had hurt the creature. Thankfully she appeared fine, if anything she was craving more attention. Nothing in her appearance screamed pain so she resumed petting feeling silly for over reacting. Lamia’s accent fell heavy on her lips forcing the sophomore to focus. Not only that, but she almost talked in circles at some points. The end of a sentence at the beginning of her statements and the beginning at the end. With her free hand that wasn’t caressing Star she texted, does ur brother work near by? And Satar is just cautious, hes smart.

She couldn’t get over Star’s unique coloring, well maybe it wasn’t that unique, she didn’t know much about cat or their coloring. It was just gorgeous. The bat, Satar as well, animals made excellent subjects. He matched Lamia, she and Satar. The three seemed to fit together like a puzzle. Amelia was curious as to how the brother fit into the puzzle. If the two lived alone he their must a large age difference if he was old enough to be Lamia’s legal guardian. This was all assumption and guess of course, she knew nothing of her new friend’s personal life. That information was something she would probably learn in time, but it wasn’t any of her business or even important at the moment.

Cat hair was now clinging to her shirt, Amelia had yet to notice and she most likely wouldn’t care once she did. She ran a hand along Star’s back before asking, Could I sketch you three sometime? If that isn’t weird for you. It probably was weird, but Amelia preferred people or animals to landscape. She usually drew whatever she felt like depending on how she was feeling. However if something intrigued her enough to be preserved that would be her next project.

[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

Star looked to Amelia with confusion as her hand pulled away from her. Blinking she mew at the teen arching her back a bit and moving her head up towards the teen's hand. She wasn't in pain she was in heaven until the petting stopped. Purring again as the petting started back. Speaking English wasn't easy for Lamia, her accent would come heavier as she grew more comfortable, a gift and a curse. Good that she was more at ease, but bad for whoever she was talking too it made it harder for her to hold her Russian accent. Her sentences too were 'off' because with English not being her native tongue she got the context off when speaking or writing it sometimes. Plus it didn't help that in her mind before she spoke she heard it in Russian within her head, then she had to let it out in a language she wasn't all together familiar with. She still stroked Satar's ears lightly as she heard Amelia's message in her ears. Lamia smiled and nodded in a 'yes' and pointed across the yard towards one of the doors to the school. "Right inside the doors, first room on the right. He is the music teacher." She replied then added, "Satar is, it is good sometimes. He is stubborn but smart to yes."

The coloring of Star was more common than Satar, she was breed though native to Russia easily got within the states. However, little Star was from a line of Russian cats direct from her homeland. Satar was actually a rescue from a breeder locally. He's hidden away mostly because he is considered to not be a pet by normal standards. And he shouldn't be he should be in the wild, however Criss and Lamia had saved him likely death and fought tooth and nail to keep him. So he was legal for them because they'd helped closing the illegal breeding of his kind in the states. They were now both certified and legal to own him and him alone. They truly were a puzzle fit together perfectly. The five of them counting Obezyanka. Criss was twenty-two so yes he was old enough to be her legal guardian. They'd left Russia when Criss had just turned eight-teen. When the left he wasn't her legal guardian, but once within the states he fought to get it so. That process alone took over a year. But it had been worth it. Had Amelia asked anything Lamia would have answered. About the only thing she wouldn't have avoided was her own health. Her seizers weren't something to tell the whole world about.

Cat fur was a norm for Lamia and Criss as well as dog fur and what fuzz Satar had. They saying goes, "No outfit is complete without ... fur" Dog or cat according to the animal was shoved in there. The saying was true for Lamia too. She often had cat fur visible on her clothes too. As the message spoke in her ear Lamia listened to it through. Then nodded, "You draw? It is not weird. You can yes." She answered with a smile then added, "But you'll have to let me 'see' it.. meaning tell me what it looks like?" Were Amelia drew Lamia wrote poems and short stories. She understood, she could only write what she felt like writing, it wasn't something she could force. She had to feel the words to get into the piece.

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Amelia smiled down at the cat, just as happy to give the affection as Star was to receive it. Her hand traveled from the top of the cats head to scratch under her chin and then back along her back. It was easy to understand why Lamia struggled, although she only spoke English she could was struggling through Spanish. English had to be much more difficult to learn and use then Spanish. It didn’t bother her, but her speech was a challenge at moments. It was still much better then texting, she only wished she could answer out loud to make it easier for Lamia. Or maybe to make it easier for herself.

A thin eye-brow raised in surprise, then again she never visited the music department, there was no reason for her to, so how would she have met him. Unlike Lamia Amelia didn’t have too much to hide. Maybe the fact that she slept with a night light until she was around 10, but that was it. Her opinion of Lamia wouldn’t change once she knew she had health problems, perhaps a tad over reactive in the beginning, but that would pass. oooo now I have to go look 4 him. Is it weird seeing him school? Amelia was trying to imagine having her father in school, she loved him, but would rather he stayed away from teaching. She need her space and a chance to be on her own.

Excitement coursed though Amelia with Lamia’s approval. With a nod she texted, yup, drawing major and of course! Maybe she could use different materials for colors or textures for Lamia. She would start in pencil, her preferred tool, then work from there. Her forest brown eyes where shining with excitement, Lamia had just made her day.

[Lamia Zoya Smirnov]

Star continued to purr as she sat down moving her hand affectionately into the touch. Loving it more when Amelia's hand went under her chin. The cat moved her mouth lightly and stuck her tongue out a bit looking as if she were licking the air. Lamia smiled too, "She likes you it seems.." She text to Amelia not sure if she was looking at her or Star. English being so very different from Russian made it all the more hard for Lamia to learn it. She'd never tried learning Spanish and honestly didn't want to, because English was hard enough for her. She hoped being "ESL" she might get a reprieve from the foreigne language course. Lamia didn't mind talking aloud or texting either worked for her. She was willing for whatever was easier for Amelia.

Lamia sat still stroking Satar lightly with her thumb. He squirmed lightly looking across at Amelia and Star. His black eyes on the teen, before he blinked and looked to Lamia a second before once again tucking his head beneath his wings. Shaking her head Lamia sighed, "You are impossible." She muttered to him, the added for Amelia's benefit. He is impossible, not the most social of the pair." Making sure to keep her face towards her as she put Satar gently back into the bag.

Lamia wasn't afraid of the dark mainly because she was in the dark half the time, that and her brother had always been there when she was scared. She could understand the fear of it though. In time Lamia would probably tell Amelia about her medical issues, but for not what was important. She chuckled lightly, and shook her head in a 'no' at Amelia's question, "It is not weird no, I guess I am use to it. An you should, he is sweet." She replied. Lamia was use to it, she and her brother were close so it didn't bother either of them. If had been their father or even mom it wouldn't have been good at all. They never got along. "We are close brother and I, but have busy schedule in school, paths cross usually only at lunch." She added with a smile.

Lamia felt the movement of Amelia nodded, she smiled again. Then as the message played in her ears it lingered there. "Fun much. I am a acting major, but I'd rather write." She replied then went on, " Thank you. I am egar to 'see' it. I like when I can feel the lines and textures." She beamed. If she had made Amelia's day, Amelia had made Lamia's in her offer and enthusiasm. She could almost hear it in her text.

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Amelia’s side kick vibrated in her unoccupied hand with Lamia’s message. that’s a good thing bc she is adorable. we have to hang out more just so I can see her. Amelia was only teasing, they would get together again because she wanted to spend time with the Russian, Star was just an unexpected surprise.

Amelia could never say it enough, she wished she could speak. Speaking out loud was faster and easier for her then texting or writing back and forth. She just didn’t have a choice. Because Lamia had the option she was more then thrilled she was speaking, even if it was more difficult to understand her then Rebecca or Asher. Besides the practice had to be good for Lamia, especially if she only spoke Russian at home with her brother. This was just another speculation, but she assumed Lamia would use her native language when able. Just like Amelia always signed instead of writing when speaking to her father. Although she was surprised they where able to communicated so effectively. The conversation seemed to flow despite the time it took her type. It was as if it was just two normal girls talking to one another. Signing was her native language. Amelia waved goodbye as Satar went back into his back, eventually he might warm up to me, once he learns I wont bite

Amelia wasn’t afraid of the dark as much as she was afraid of the unknown or being caught off guard. The dark used to make her feel trapped in her own world, her own mind, sometimes it still does. Now she was just a little bit wiser. Just because she couldn’t see the world in the dark didn’t mean she was alone. I would be an odd sight in the music wing, it was true, no one would expect a deaf student in that department. Feeling silly she added, I wouldn't mind experimenting with the piano though, try to pull a Beethoven. She wasn’t sure how familiar Lamia was with the classic composure, but he had gone deaf late in his life. It was said that he cut the legs off a piano and would lie with his ear resting on the floor in order to feel the vibrations or maybe he could faintly hear it, Amelia wasn’t sure. Destroying school property wasn’t what she had in mind, but maybe pressing her head on the top of the piano and banging on the keys would have a similar effect. What a site she would be, at the very least anyone who was around to witness might get a good laugh.

It might be better to save a color portrait of Star to later. If she worked in pen she could sketch the three, then maybe go lightly over the dark and shaded portions with paint. That way Lamia could feel the light and dark, and if the picture was black and white she wouldn’t miss any of the colors! what do u like to write?

OOC: considering im about to fall asleep as a type I think that came out rather well lol