Wisp's Grove

This one didn't understand what he was saying. Give her a voice? It was a sweet offer, even if it meant she would have to pay in in return for it, but how could he do that? Follow her around and interpret what she said? Show her a stone to write words so she could be 'heard?' Or perhaps he would be able to give her words back. Literally breaking the curse and giving them back.

Could he?

This one tugged on her left ear lobe softly again in thought, bi-colored oculars staring into his with such thought that it was difficult to know what she was thinking. 

Repercussions. Back-fire. Wrath. And then excitement. Adventure. A nod.

At least he could try. If the seal on her words was broken, then what would he ask in return? There were things she could find to bring to him, but she had little in her immediate possession. 

This one moved closer to him. One hand grasped at her throat and then both hands covered her eyes as if they both hurt. But only for a moment. She brought her hair to one shoulder and leaned forward enough to nearly rest her head on his lap. Should he look down to the back of her neck, a brand.

A black curse mark. 

Branded into her skin and yet it was not puckered. Smooth and inky like a tattoo. It was a depiction of a tree bent to a circle with five creatures in the middle. So small and fine were the details, it was hard to see with average human eyes. Yet she knew the creatures were large lizards. Not drakes, but something very much like them in form.