these are my emotional support books

Well, there is something Meadow understands. The pain in the brain, the ache that came with all of the strangeness in her system and the dysfunction that lived here. Meadow knows it, and she knows it well. Sometimes it wells up inside her, the urge to say something. The urge to chime in, the urge to speak when spoken to... so why doesn't she? It's like the words want to burst forth from her chest instead of her mouth. The voice was something she'd never learned to use, something that didn't work quite right. Something about Meadow didn't work quite right... didn't work quite like it did for everyone else. Though Fern did everything she could to make Meadow feel like that was okay, she also knows that there's something off in her system. Something... yeah. Something is off.

Curiously, she wasn't alone today. Meadow heard her name on someone else's lips. Her head lifted, gaze shooting around the room. The flap of wings, too, draws her attention. From no noise to too much noise, but... but maybe she was better off not being on her own. It's then that she spots Bramble, and her gaze softens. Becomes more comfortable. She manages a smile for a moment, tipping the book up to show her cousin the cover. The girl towered, nearly overwhelmingly so, but soon came down to the same level Meadow was laying. Better.

Can I join you? the question came. Meadow gave a soft nod, pushing the book forward and scooting closer to share the view with Bramble. Excitedly, she flipped back a handful of pages to show her companion. Upon the page, there was painted a rather exciting sort of scene. It showed a castle not all-together unlike the one they lived in, cloaked in snow. A cheerful scene, with the soft glow of candles in the windows, and snow coated trees surrounding them. Already, the girl was dreaming of playing in the soft drifts, and enjoying the winter wonderland that would hopefully arrive soon.
"Speech"