Derrick
The Peacekeeper nodded. No wonder Fragarie had decided to venture out of her home. Being stuck among beings that couldn't communicate whatsoever? It must have been terrible. The demigod had no idea that other realms were so sparsely populated, it just seemed natural that gods would attempt to fill their lands with life... Or something close to it. "Well Fragarie, if you ever tire of your unspeaking companions I'm sure that you'd be allowed to visit my father's land. The skeletons aren't *Much* Better for conversation but I'm sure you'd be able to learn their language relatively quickly. I could teach you if you want."

The skeleton paused.

"But. I have a condition. Just one, a minor one at that. I am allowed to visit your home at some point in the future. I'll try my best to let you know beforehand but it sounds interesting and I would like to have a tour of it. Sound like a deal?"
William
To be honest, it hadn't been *So* Bad, just kind of boring. She had entertained herself by making up games to play by herself or nagging her mother, or sometimes even having little one sided chats with the Granum or the plants. Besides, her mom had been around most of the time to keep the demigoddess sane if she ever needed to chat with someone, even if the Wheatmother was never a particularly chatty deity when she was busy. It was fine by Fragarie, though, since she'd had lots of experience essentially talking to a wall. The idea that someone might even be listening was pretty uplifting to her, especially after spending hours and even days chattering away at leaves and bugs.

The Peacekeeper would find that the other demigod was suddenly in front of it, clasping its bond hand within her fleshier ones. She moved so fast that it was pretty much impossible to see, but despite her speed none of it translated into momentum as she clasped its hands with a pretty normal amount of force. "You WOULD?!" She almost shouted in its face, an excited look on her face as she considered the idea of having a *Whole other language* To ramble to the plants to. Ooh, she might even be able to teach the Ceres, now that the Valley finally had other sentients besides herself and her mom!

She let go as it asked for a condition, thankfully retreating out of its personal space, but didn't take long to mull it over. "Oh, sure, as long as you don't intend to harm the Valley or its residents." She shrugged. "Calm down, we're not that xenophobic. We'll still let people in, it's just that the Ceres like to mess with outsiders. As long as you don't want to harm the Valley or exploit its resources, you should be fine." The Valley wasn't a place of death, after all, in the same way it wasn't truly a place of life. It was a place of growth and a place of preservation, and as long as neither aspect was threatened by a visitor, they *Should* Be just fine strolling in.
Derrick
Oh well that was. Hm, that wasn't quite what The Peacekeeper had been expecting. They looked down at Fragarie's hands not really sure what to do. Would it be impolite to let go? Luckily the skeleton didn't have to make that decision, Fragarie darted backwards just as suddenly as she had rushed forwards. 

"Don't worry about that. I have plenty of experience in avoiding being pranked by the skeletons, I'm sure that I will be able to deal with anything they throw at me. Now then, let's get to teaching you the skeletal language."

The demigod started to make various gestures with its hands, pointing at different bones. "We indicate bones with a single finger, which is only really important when we're looking for or trading them. A fist on your head indicates thought. Clasping your hands is varying degrees of quietness, depending on context it could be asking someone else to not talk. Don't clasp another skeleton's hands though, it's terribly rude."

This went on for a while, as The Peacekeeper gave Fragarie tips on the finer points of skeletal communication. As the lesson went on both of them started to work together on creating new words for things the skeletons had not yet discovered. Strawberry, a hand forming a cone. Wheat, sliding ones hand down their arm and then sending it off at different angles six times. And so on and so forth until Fragarie was as proficient in the language as any skeleton, good enough to teach someone.