They had only recently moved to this country after his mother had taken him to visit Seven for the first time in his life, and show him the country that she had wished he grew up in, how she wished he was not subjected to that village. Now that they were in this country, he was nervous and struggled with daily activities unless his mother was with him, like today for example. His mother had asked him to go shopping for ingredients alone and that was something he was not used to doing, so instead, Dáinn had made his way to the outskirts of the city and went hunting that way, finding herbs and using his non-human genetics to obtain meat. It was the only way he could without freezing up in fear of having to converse with some who might possibly berate him with insultive descriptions on his appearance.

Walking through the streets, he tended to keep away from the more crowded areas, but at the same time took in the more natural aesthetic of the city itself. Baska was the city that caught his mother’s eye in a heartbeat and he could not deny her for wanting to settle down in a nice, the people seemed nice, not that he would know as he cant speak to them willingly, but from how they treated his mother when they went on their daily walks, he assumed that most of the people in the loud and bustling city were nice.

‘I wonder what Mútta is making tonight…’

Alot just happened in the span of just a few minutes, and his mind wasn’t quite comprehending what had happened. Dáinn stood there blinking, his violet/hazel eyes staring at the two strangers now in front of him, a young girl on the ground and the other, actually he wasn’t quite sure what the other person was doing. She seemed to be coaxing him, or something similar to that. Dáinn was confused, positive that he was keeping an eye on his surroundings, as a person who was not familiar with the city or people that lived here, and the fact that talking alone was difficult to him as a baby trying to say it’s first words.

Once his brain had fully processed the incident that had conspired at that moment in time, Dáinn instantly raised his hands. The panic spread like wildfire over his face, as he tried to shake his head, lowering the collar of his jacket so they could read his lips as he attempted to say words, nothing happened though. His throat had closed up on itself, lips felt like they had been stitched together, unable to part. This was just like it always would be when he tried to speak to anyone who was not his mother or his only friend. Trembling hands tried to gesture what he wanted to relay, the apologies and the words to disperse this sudden miscommunication, but he was fumbling and not even the young reptilian could understand what his hands were trying to relay to the other two.

Swallowing harshly, Dáinn winced before letting out a silent cough behind his hand, and gritted his teeth as he nervously held out his spare to help the young girl up, his nerves still getting the best of him, as the tremors of unease ran through his muscles. Removing his hand from his lips, Dáinn took a deep breath and fumbled once more as he hand gestured the words, “I am sorry.” towards the church girl, only to glance at the other strange female and again with a faint quiver, repeated the gestures.

So much was happening, he was being shouted at and now being berated for trying to apologise? Dáinn was so confused on how this was meant to work, he didn't know how this was meant to work. The demi human turned towards the other lady, covering his mouth with a closed fist, he paused before gesturing a cross with his fingers to fully get his point across. She seemed to understand it more than the child, but he didn't know if she would understand it completely and he hoped that this woman could explain to the girl that the gestures weren’t a game, it was his way of communicating. This was why he didn’t talk to people unless it was his mother, no one understood it or he just froze up whenever he would attempt to speak or sign.

Noticing that their little scene had gained attention, now Dáinn wanted to just run home to his mother. For being an adult, that would be quite embarrassing for most people his age, but his mother was his safe place, where he could talk and not use hand gestures, albeit it being only a few words, he at least still had a voice he could give to his mother. When she offered him a water bottle, the boy blinked before nodding slowly, it wouldn’t help him speak, but it was only polite to take what has been offered willingly and in good spirits to himself. Turning back to the younger one, Dáinn pointed at himself before making a rotating motion on his chest, apologising once again, it was also at that point that Dáinn also noticed the red-headed lady’s tail and blinked, before nervously tilting his head, he wasn’t one hundred percent on how to physically sign what he wanted to ask.

Calming himself, the village boy soon tugged on the woman's sleeve gently, and when she would look at him, Dáinn continued before his confidence pummelled below zero and he crawled back into his little shelter of seclusion. Pointed at his eyes, once again lowering the collar of his jumper so he could gesture to his lips, “Read lips?” then continued to ask carefully and slowly, “Are you half human?” without hand gestures. It was also at that point that he paused and blinked for a few seconds before gesturing for something to write on, because he realised what if they didn’t speak Icebergian or Sevese? He wasn’t the best with Fiorian, he’d only been living in this country for a few months. How was he meant to politely return giving his name like they had kindly done, if these two ladies didn’t understand sign language correctly or speak his mother tongues.

Eyes glancing every now and then back at the tails, his violet/hazel eyes dilating a couple of times, he kind of wanted to touch the tails, to see if they are really as soft as the books say they are. The books that would be brought to the village after his father would go on a pillage raid to other countries. It was one of the things that he had agreed on with his mother, to allow his son to learn about other things in the world, all except language, that is. Snapping back into the conversation when the women finally figured it out, Dáinn nodded once, twice and a couple more times, before giving the okay symbol at her evaluation of his situation. Now that the situation was a little cleared up, Dáinn lifted his collar back up around his mouth, not wanting his markings to be on display longer than necessary, looked around where they had moved too, out of the way of the crowded streets. The trees looked pretty, he had always had an affinity with nature in general, and he figured it was to do with his more inhuman side of his being. ‘I wonder if the bark feels different in this country to the bark in Iceberg…’

When the young girl started raising her voice, once again causing Dáinn to flinch a little before settling when he realised this impromptu volume increase was more aimed at Lee more than him. Staying quiet, he wanted to object to this girl constantly assuming that they were treating her like a child, because it was obvious that wasn't what they were doing at all, but once again when he went to say the words his throat closed up, and since the girl didn’t understand sign language, there was no point in even trying to sign his objections on her ideals.

When the woman answered his question about her race, Dáinn nodded slowly before making the hand gesture for both a fox and wolf, asking her which one. He figured it was a fox, but then he didn’t know whether the lady had some sort of magic that had a spell which could deceive a person into thinking that they are one type of species when in reality they could be another altogether. His mother always told him not to tell others, but since Lee was also a demi-human he figured it couldn’t hurt to tell her in return for handing over the information that she was also of the same minority in their world. When Dáinn was going to give LeeAnn an insight on his type of demi-human relations, the albino paused and glared towards the little girl, body tense as he signed in a small fit of offense.

“I am not a mule.” Pausing he then let out a silent huff, before signing that he was in fact a specific type of reptile. Looking at the woman, he gestured to himself before he curled both his forefinger and middle finger slightly, and gestured in front of him in a wave movement, “I am a mix of a snake,” just to wrap his other hand around his wrist and extend the same fingers outwards and straight, to sign for lizard, “and a lizard.” He glared at the younger girl, only for his ears to perk at the words that left the fiery haired women's lips. The soothing voice clearly speaking of the miscommunication now on his side of the group. A snarl would have left Dáinn more at himself than anything, but alas no sound left, and instead the young demi human found himself once again apologising to the little blonde lady.

His smile soon dropped when he noticed the change in the younger one of their little trio they had at the moment, he didn’t know why it had happened or for what reason, but Dáinn somewhat felt a little guilty because of this, but not pity. There was no pity in his feelings at the moment, only a little guilt as the reptilian thought it had to do with something recently mentioned. Dáinn went to speak, but realised there was absolutely no point in attempting to call out to the younger, because he did not know her name, and he was one hundred percent sure that no sound would leave his lips.

Turning back to the elder woman, when she asked about him being a reptile, all he could do was nod in reply. Indeed he was of the reptile species but only that classification of the sub group. Squamata were feared reptiles mostly because they mainly consisted of snakes, and everyone feared snakes due to their venomous bites. Dáinn though was not venomous in the least, in fact he was a healer when it came to biting, but only when his magic was inscribed into his bites. Nodding to the lady as she announced that she must be off, business to attend to, Dáinn noted her name in one part of his brain, and would write it down once he arrived back home. This LeeAnn seemed to be a person he should consider keeping as either an acquaintance or a friend, either or worked really.

“Being careful during your travels, Miss.” Gesturing his farewell, before waving to the lady as she left them. Dáinn immediately after turned his purplish-hazel gaze back towards the younger one, only to step next to her and softly tap her shoulder. Pointing at the stand where the fish were being sold, Dáinn soon signed in a way the younger girl would catch on. “I will buy you another… For the one I made you drop, if you would like?”