The story was being told through a sea-kissed song. The “singer” was magnificent, creating silent music through her swaying as she signed, the expressions of her face ever shifting and expressive as the sky. A drummer held the beat, but everyone in the tavern matched it by stamping on the floor in time, sending an ever stronger vibration through the timbers. It was the heartbeat of the story, and everyone could feel it through body and soul. It filled Hark with a feeling of kinship and strength.
I really love that deaf people are not just accepted, but looked up to in this society, and love seeing all the ways that's shaped their culture.
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