"I must be dreaming, because I don't believe in ghosts."
Savages | Marina and the Diamonds
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Lyra nodded, "Clever, it's probably the easiest way we can try to understand each other." The banshee agreed, she was relieved to not be alone with the girl as Lyra had never been especially patient with children. Even if Nieve was one, she was much more mature for her age then say, Tymol. "So," Lyra placed her hands on her hips, watching San tap the window excitedly. "How exactly do we foster curiosity?" The child spoke in gibberish, or at least, in no language that Lyra had heard of. She and her Master had traveled far and wide, it was no dialect that Lyra recognized. She watched carefully, as Lyra would need to learn by example considering this was not her area of expertise. Her Master had always been cautious in guiding her, as the ways of the banshee could be fickle.
San pointed to the animals, listening as the one called Nieve gave her instruction "Birb!" She echoed, licking her lips. San smiled, the winged creatures had a name!
"Birb! Birb, birb!" San pointed to all of them, naming each one. Were they all birb? She wondered, turning back towards Nieve to learn more of their language. San's tail thumped eagerly against the bed, she wiggled with delight, finally having a name to call all of these things. "Door!" San echoed once more, "Cloud! Cloud!" San pointed to each fluffy white chunk, naming them.
It was Lyra's turn to point at things. "Bed," she gestured to the long flat thing San was sitting on. She had always thought of them as nests. "Pillow," ah. The fluffy fluff had a name too! San was eager to learn. "Blanket," and the soft warmy was blanket! San nodded, repeating everything. Her stomach growled loudly, San placed both hands on it, whimpering. She was not used to this sensation, for her entire life, she had received three meals, timed to the tee. "Hunger," Lyra smiled patiently. "Hunger!" San repeated with a nod. "Hunger! Hunger!" San chanted as though it were a song.
San pointed up, wondering if that's where the food came from. "Roof," Lyra turned towards Nieve. "I'll be right back," Lyra disappeared outside. She returned with three plates, loaded to the gills. "I wasn't sure what our new friend might like, so I brought her a little bit of everything." San cautiously left the bed, sniffing the air. "Food," Lyra pointed, naming each thing. San licked her lips, waiting for permission. Chicken, potatoes, green beans, cake.