Right. Give me a second. I'm going to separate out one of each symbol and give the rest to you. Then I'll set it up for her and let you know when you can start
He does that, then shuffles them expertly and hands the stack of twenty over to Tyler. He then spreads out the symbols in a fan on the bench in front of him.
"Hey, we're going to try a new game," he tells Isis. "Tyler's going to look at the cards behind my back, where neither of us can see them. You're going to practice looking into his head so you can see the ones he's looking at. Okay?"
Tyler reads the message, then puts Isis down on the chair in the middle of the fanned cards, before he steps back behind Steven. Isis seems a little confused, at first, looking between the cards, then back at Tyler as he shuffles them again. Not as neatly as Steven did, but double blind can't hurt.
Isis looks back at the cards again as Tyler draws, and although it takes her a few seconds, she does tentatively hop closer to the waves and peck it, trying to pick it up.
"That's you," Steven says. "Your name is Isis. Remember, Tyler can't hear and I think he has... trouble with talking, so he hasn't called you that yet. But he told me that's your name-- Oh! Oh, you good girl, Isis. That's right!"
She got star this time, after I explained she was supposed to put her foot on the right card, not eat whichever card she pleases. And I told Isis her name. I think she's pleased to know it.
Isis chirps in Steven's head again; the tone is still soft, but there's an energy to the word that sounds rather cheerful.
She's a clever girl. Tyler looks back at Steven so he can see the small smile he's wearing, before he puts his 'gear down so he can draw again and focus.
Isis looks at all the cards again, and bounces over to the square, before looking up at Steven again.
Square, he texts quickly. Steven smiles down at her and softly strokes her head. "I'm glad you like your name," he tells her. "I'm just waiting for Tyler to tell me if you got it right. I bet you did--you're such a clever girl."
Tyler sends back a square emoji, before he rounds Steven again to give Isis a pat as well; she even hops out from under Steven's hand to receive all of this excellent affection, but she does also turn back and nibble gently on Steven's finger. She still likes you too.
"You did get it right," Steven says. "You're such a clever girl, Isis. Okay. I've got an idea for something I want to try. It's a little more complicated, but it might be easier for Tyler than just sending sounds. Do you want to try it? Nod your beak for yes."
Isis is leaning into Tyler's scritching fingers a bit much to nod properly, but she's watching Steven with intense curiosity. Tyler notices her staring, and looks up at Steven as well - and draws a question-mark in the air, reversed to Steven as he gives the other Changeling a curious look.
I'm going to try something new with her, Steven texts.
"Okay," Steven says. "Here's what we're gonna try, Isis. I'm going to tell you something to relay to Tyler--but I don't want you to send him the sounds, I want you to send him the idea of what they mean. Can you do that? Chirp and stamp your feet for yes."
Isis chirps, and marches her little feet, but she also tilts her head in confusion. Tyler's stopped patting her, too, watching Steven with a faint frown.
The little bird stares at Steven, then turns her sharp eyes to the ground. There's the impression that, if she could, she'd be frowning in concentration.
After about thirty seconds of that, and an increasingly confused Tyler, he texts Steven. She just sent me a picture of a fat Wailmer.
Was he bouncy? Steven asks. I'm trying to see if she can. Well. Translate things that people say for you. Since just getting the sounds in your head seemed to bug you.
He's a little bit upset that Steven noticed that so readily, but he can't be surprised he wasn't subtle about it. It's not every day he hears voices in his head, and they've never been good before.
It was just a stationary Wailmer. I would like to stress it was extremely fat, even for a Wailer. Maybe she misinterpreted.
He tries not to make a face, but the idea is immediately unappealing, and he rubs his face with one hand to mask his expression a little. I suppose so. It'll just be hard. I don't like hearing voices, apparently.
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He does that, then shuffles them expertly and hands the stack of twenty over to Tyler. He then spreads out the symbols in a fan on the bench in front of him.
"Hey, we're going to try a new game," he tells Isis. "Tyler's going to look at the cards behind my back, where neither of us can see them. You're going to practice looking into his head so you can see the ones he's looking at. Okay?"
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Isis looks back at the cards again as Tyler draws, and although it takes her a few seconds, she does tentatively hop closer to the waves and peck it, trying to pick it up.
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Isis is still trying to pick up the card with her beak. She hasn't been told not to.
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Isis.
But she stops picking at the card now (and it looks distinctly nibbled on, blunt as her beak may seem), and steps back to look at the cards again.
And pit-pats her little feet over to the star, and stamps one foot firmly down on it.
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She got star this time, after I explained she was supposed to put her foot on the right card, not eat whichever card she pleases. And I told Isis her name. I think she's pleased to know it.
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She's a clever girl. Tyler looks back at Steven so he can see the small smile he's wearing, before he puts his 'gear down so he can draw again and focus.
Isis looks at all the cards again, and bounces over to the square, before looking up at Steven again.
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"Okay," Steven says. "Here's what we're gonna try, Isis. I'm going to tell you something to relay to Tyler--but I don't want you to send him the sounds, I want you to send him the idea of what they mean. Can you do that? Chirp and stamp your feet for yes."
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After about thirty seconds of that, and an increasingly confused Tyler, he texts Steven. She just sent me a picture of a fat Wailmer.
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Was he bouncy? Steven asks. I'm trying to see if she can. Well. Translate things that people say for you. Since just getting the sounds in your head seemed to bug you.
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It was just a stationary Wailmer. I would like to stress it was extremely fat, even for a Wailer. Maybe she misinterpreted.
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"Try this," he tells Isis. "'The ball is red and white.'"
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Tyler texts Steven: A red and white ball?
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Yep. That's what I was going for.
"Hmmm. Something more complex. 'I steal pokemon?'"
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It takes a full minute for Tyler to reply, She's not sent me anything.
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Do you think if you practiced more with listening to the sounds they would get easier for you to deal with? Exposure therapy?
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Sorry I've been so useless about this.
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