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The girl was oblivious in her simple joy, so when the boy's voice drifted into her ears, she startled - eyes flew open to meet a familiar brown and white form. Within moments she had bounced up, tail wagging and a grin on her face. "Starling!" She was truly glad to see the boy; she truly liked him, a lot. He was kind, nice, and taught her a really cool language. What was there not to like? She didn't even respond to the doing well comment; she was too excited, although it was a bit obvious from her reaction that she was doing quite well.

"Well in general," she finally replied after his clarification, though her tail was still whirring behind her and her eyes shone with happiness. She paused before adding, a bit shyly even, "I've been practicing every day so I don't forget before you came back..." Her ears flicked back and she grinned sheepishly, before her eyes widened with what she just said. Before he came back. Wait. He was back. "So you're back? You're home?" she questioned rapidly, hoping that he was indeed back. She nodded to the question, her jaws parting wide for a brief moment just to prove she had. More conversations, more Italian, more friendship forming. It was a hope, and hopefully a hope that could actually happen and was not just futile.

"Speech" "Italian"