'He is not a nuisance. You just don't understand!' Myra signed at the Keeper Miqo'te who was standing and tapping her foot as she stared down the Au'ra and the giant beast behind her. Myra didn't normally sign directly at her, and Sky had more or less ignored the annoyance at the other woman just assuming she didn't recognize the non-verbal language until this point. Today though, today was just enough to put her over the edge as Myra signed a tirade at her, much the same way Opal usually started rattling off some dialect or another she'd learned while traveling when she was angry at Phearless simply because she knew he didn't understand.
Sky's tail twitched in time with her eye as she stared behind the pair to where her precious garden had been flatted, yet again, by Cinder and his movements through the yard. She needed those herbs for her distilling, and had taken tender care of each little shoot as it grew. It was something she and Phearless had begun to work on together, a quiet moment of camaraderie that took up their morning and that she cherished. Seeing their hard work wilted beneath a giant Rathian tail was just too much for one woman to handle.
"I do understand that he does not mean to do it! He is a nuisance. Do NOT call me a forest dwelling elitist, no sorry, that was just snob, creature hater." She ground out as continued to stand unyielding before Myra and her mount. "I have no issues with Cinder if you would just TRAIN him to land in the street. The yard is nowhere near large enough to use as his own personal runway." She turned her fury toward the creature in question, who lifted it's lip in a snarl as she shook her finger in it's direction.
The response to her ranting appeared to stop the Auri short, and Sky watched as confusion filled Myra's face, followed by disbelief and then trickling back to anger. 'You've been able to understand me the whole time and you didn't say anything?"
"You did not ask." Sky says with a shrug. When the Au'ra had been introduced to her, Opal had made the introductions and no one had thought to ask the scholarly miqo'te if she actually knew the language. From that point, Myra had moved forward with an assumption that no one understood her signing, and seemed more or less content to write out what she needed to say. When she did sign these days, it never appeared directed at anyone and was usually more like what had been occurring before the conversation derailed to this. Myra blinked at her, possibly trying to determine a time when it HAD come up and seeming to come up empty. The scaled woman deflated.
'I guess … it didn't come up.'
"It did not." Sky confirmed. She patted the Auri on the back of the hand as she moved past her towards her garden. Cinder made a noise, but Myra calmed him with a touch and ushered him out and away from the tilled soil. "Now, assumptions were made, and I apologize, as I am aware I could have corrected those assumptions myself. I will admit that I was annoyed and chose to allow the presumption to continue." She knelt, beginning to pull plants that were unsalvageable and marking those that would need to be tied to a stand to save. "Oh … I think most of these are a loss." Sky found herself sighing.
Pale hands entered her field of vision as Myra crouched beside her and began to help with the tending. They worked in a companionable silence for some time, earlier tension eased. Sky glanced up as she noticed Myra's hands begin to sign. 'You're right. Cinder needs to learn that he can't land in the yard. I didn't realize how much damage he was doing.'
"It will be alright. Phearless and I will replant the garden, and things will regrow. No permanent harm was done." Sky said softly, glancing over the pile of wilted and torn up greenery they had removed from the bed. She'd already called Phearless on the link pearl and had requested he return to their shared home with new herbs. "Now, I managed to find the one person selling fermented aldgoat milk, fresh, in a manner of speaking, from the Steppes. You said you missed it, right?"
Myra dropped the small trowel she'd been holding, staring up at the dark-skinned woman. True, it wasn't something Myra had written for any of them, but she'd noticed the Au'ra's attempt to purchase some the last time they had been in the markets, with no one either having it in stock or understanding the poor woman. Myra moved forward, arms wrapping tight around Sky.
"You're covered in dirt!" Sky exclaimed even as she returned the rare gesture. Myra leaned back, putting distance between them so that her hands could be seen.
'Thank you.'
