Aurora

These creatures are so strange. Kind, but unpredictable. The last pod she'd been assigned to...the memory made her shudder. Yet, in contrast, these two had been so caring and gentile she felt her caution slip away near them. Especially the male. She practiced the sounds of his name aloud to herself in the dark concrete room.

"Jshuh...jshem...", She huffed in annoyance with the language. What was she missing? Novaxish didn't need anything but the ability to open your lips, click the back of your throat, and flutter your vocal flaps. Why did these pink people have to start shaping their mouths and using more parts?

Whatever. Right now, the main task she concerns herself with is the construct she's chosen to make to display her profession. It would be hard, though. These materials are sub-par, and she'd have to find a way to make synthetic cepholite. Not that it would be impossible, of course, but a challenge at least. The wood portal swung open loudly, and she felt fear and recoil spring up her back and face as her head snapped to look. The female, with calm in her hand. Good. Aurora took a deep breath, and let the calm creep it's way down her spine and arms. The human made a face that displayed her teeth. Why can they do that? Harness calm while baring a threat?

Maybe to them it isn't a threat. She tried to mimic the expression, letting her teeth slide out halfway and pulling her cheeks back. The human made a noise that sounded like bubbles. Aurora decided enough was enough. This human female could find new things for her to learn from, she just had to get the message across. Walking forward she tried her hardest to be understood.

"Shah..we."

It worked! At least it seemed to. They've been leaning forward like that when they want to hear her. She pointed at the female's mouth and let her question dance across her face. She felt her wrist being tugged, and let herself be lead to the room the male used at night. She briefly wondered if he did sleep, or if he had in fact been near death each morning. What a horrible way to live.

Ignoring the inconsequential curiosities, she let herself be sat at a short table. At least screens are familiar, though they're far smaller than they were on the ships her people sat in while waiting for news on their asylum here. When the strange things they'd had her watching came on again, she huffed and a small wave of irritation washed across her head. The woman hadn't played anything, so she must have understood something. Aurora pinched her lips and tried to mimic their strange sounds, knowing full well that she'd failed. The human woman stood staring and babbled some sort of nonsense. Irritation washed down her arms this time, and she tried to pantomime her desire.

<This one wishes learning of language postures.> She pointed at her lips as she spoke, before mimicking their language and failing again. When she pinched the woman's lips she let her question dance across her features again. The human let out a loud, droning sound before finding a different example. This time it was a lengthy arrangement of their symbols, beside a human mouth carefully constructing its pronunciation. Satisfaction crawled across her arms and head, and she sat still to watch with intent.