Tessa looks around the playground that looks almost like a human children's one. Swings, climbing structures, and slides, but all designed for sounds.
Tessa walks slowly, taking in the surroundings. She pauses at the sandbox because her attention is drawn to a small wooden castle in the middle. There's a dark opening at the front, waiting for the sound kids, but now a faint whimpering can be heard from inside.
Tessa crouches down and half disappears into the playing castle. When she emerges, she holds the little whimpering in her hands, safe and sound.