He... Does not understand them. At all. But the tiniest ant can build a hive one step at a time. Same tone as before, different precise notes.

Curosity. Desire. Learning. TREASURE. Shiny Things. Clever devices. Knowledge. Desire.

Bluebell sways as the psychic impression of the song falls over her. She looks back at her friend and calls back. 

The woman shakes her head.

From something in her tone, it's just 'audible' that she regards the object in her hands, the one that made the flashes, as a treasure, and doesn't want to part with it.

The energetic one looks back at the dragon and spreads her hands and does an exaggerated shrug.

The more cautious woman laughs, and nods with a rueful smile on her face. Worry bleeds through in her tone. 

The more energetic woman laughs and calls back with a rueful smile.

It's a little easier to read her feelings now - there's disappointment shading her joy - but she looks back at her friend and flashes another peace sign.

The woman makes another flash of light with her camera, then beckons, and the one on the beach gets up and comes back towards her. As they get close the cautious one embraces the energetic one closely, then turns her attention to the man who tried to stop her from approaching the dragon. 

The Seeker can pick up tones of relief in her voice.

Reluctance to part. Of course! Who would give up a Treasure just for the asking? Two-legs have many secret powers, borne of artifice like his own, so they can be more confident than size would suggest- And he has not even issued a proper challenge yet.

...If proper challenges are even a thing, outside the Kin.

He is remembering something shared to him once, of listening patiently to all the Ways of the World, those of the beasts, of the minerals, of the wind and sky, of the motion of the heavens and the planets, and how patience will avail you far more often than you expect.

...Singing. Considering. Thinking. Learning. Giving/Taking. Curiosity; Treasure in hands. Giving/Taking. [(non-immediate)Trade]?

A pause, and silence. A low hum.

[(self)Patience]

The excitable woman jumps again at the Song, and blinks. She looks over at the more cautious one.

The woman shakes her head.

When one is not being understood, one must attempt alternate methods.

The Seeker reaches across his front with one of his forelimbs and takes one of his rods - the third one on the left forelimb, cobalt blue streaked with blacks and silvers - unlooping it from the bracelet and placing a clawtip delicately into a slot on it.

He unfolds the left wing and holds it up with the right, and then chirps a series of precise notes; They're not really pretty, and have the cadence of someone doing speech to text commands, somehow.

Complicated glyphs of light are projected onto the wide membrane, large and clearly visible even from a distance. There's a green square with embellishments that is next to a picture of - some rocks? And a blue swirly curved one next to a river, and a white one radiating out in all directions next to a picture of a cloudy sky, and a red one made of triangles next to a picture of a low-burning prairie fire.