Blessings to them for accepting us for who we are, even though they cannot see us as individual. They know us by characteristics. They say it doesn't matter that Des doesn't talk. They say she talks with her face, her face is alive with expression. People know what she means before she writes it down.
Some people can tell by a change in the eyes.
We all have different mannerisms. But no one can see that I am tall and lean, that I have long black hair, that my hair is usually tied back with a leather band, or else braided with beads made from bone and with feathers. No one can see Kyra Da'Yel running across the Plains with her wavy blonde hair blowing behind her like a flag. No one can see Destiny Si'Parra with her snapping brown eyes and her brown braids. No one can see Dakota dancing the dance of pain, of joy, of grief, stamping out the beat of those feelings she was never allowed here.