Ariana's lips pressed together forming a thin line, as if trying to confirm her thoughts. She signed slowly:
"You do?"
The man smiled, bowing once more before raising his fingers to sign:
"Yes, my queen. I learned how to. My apologies for not introducing myself earlier—my name is Daniel."
Ariana nodded softly. If anyone had asked her, she would have said that even signing had an accent. The way this man moved his fingers—it was so fluid, so elegant. It almost made her feel like she had been doing it wrong all along.
How was she even supposed to describe it?
'Eh… so royalty-ly,' if that was even a word.
Daniel's voice came low and respectful as his gaze scanned the area before resting on a shelf nearby.
"I'll take the horse out now for the ride. But first, since it has no buckles, I'll have to prepare that. I believe this is no problem for you, my queen?"
Ariana moved her hands with a small nod.
"You may do as you wish," she signed quietly.
