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Post by Amanda Roswell on Oct 11, 2006 14:43:33 GMT -5
As the female moved into the stall, Kirstina looked to Jenna. Carefully she signed, 'Her name?' Througout this beginning of conversation, had yet to learn the spelling of the apparent boss's name. If, and when, she would get the name of the furre picking out the stall, she would arise slowly and carefully to her paws in order to prevent from anyone to see up her leather miniskirt.
She would end up paying attention to the person in the stall, and probably wouldn't pay attention unless tapped or motioned at her something - which means Jenna would have to get her attention before translating the conversation.
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Post by Faux on Oct 12, 2006 21:30:25 GMT -5
Jenna cleared her throat, glancing at Kirst to see her answer. When the furre replied with a different question, however, the panther took a moment to reply, attempting to remember all the lmovements of the ASL alphabet. When at least partially sure, she proceeded in spelling out Haleigh Sharphowl for the white Siamese, a goofy smile plastered on her face from her probably horrible signing of letters. Geh.
Remembering Haleigh's question, she mentally cursed herself for losing track. "Domandero." She immediately replied, attempting to make up for the sudden silence. She faced Kirstina, deciding not to sign for her forgetfullness towards the word "horses".
"Kirst, what do you know about horses?"
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Post by Haleigh Sharphowl on Oct 13, 2006 12:25:24 GMT -5
Haleigh continued to pick out the stall, becoming lost in her work. She glanced at the corner feeder as she neared it, making sure the water within was fresh and uncontaminated. When all visible piles were cleared, she combed through the bedding with her fork, looking for any pieces she missed. The furre was unaware of the eyes watching her as she worked, and simply waited for a response, figuring that maybe sign language was time-consuming, or something. An inadquate way to communicate, in her opinion.
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Post by Amanda Roswell on Oct 13, 2006 13:34:10 GMT -5
Kirstina watched the two and nodded to Jenna, a gentle smile on her rims still. 'Not much,' signed the female as she went back to watching Haleigh. To her, sign language was a way to live. She had no money to get a hearing aide, and that wouldn't nessciarily(sp? x.x) help her hearing any.
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Post by Faux on Oct 14, 2006 17:58:49 GMT -5
Jenna nodded curtly, a small frown coming to her face. What would Haleigh say to that? Nevertheless, she turned, repeating a slightly monotone "Not much" towards her boss.
The panther glanced nervously outside, watching as the sun glared brilliantly in the sky. It hung low, but not low enough for sunset, and reminded Jenna of her fatigue. She yawned, placing a clawed, furry hand over her mouth to be polite, and closed her eyes. The day was fairly uneventful, and despite her love for spending time alone, the furre enjoyed the company she was offered.
(Sorry that took so long. Been busy lately.)
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