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[flightlessbird]

[ a flurry of leafy outdoor motion! and it seems to have cut in mid-sentence, or at least mid-shout— ]

—wanted was to know if I had found North yet! [ oh a face!! big dark eyes, huge scowl, and like the biggest, fluffiest hooded jacket ever. ] They were very rude and I would not have minded hurting them, or maybe I would kill them, but they ran away, and now my back hurts. Raafa says people who run away are cowards, and not worth anything. I do not want to see any of them again.

[ a pause, one heavy, frustrated sigh, and then she looks a little bit less pissed. it's good to have that out of her system. no onto what really matters, in the middle of this violent occupation. ]

Also, I want someone to teach me to write.

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[septim]

[ But Martin isn't sure if he'll answer to that because it's just a whistle... ] May I just be Martin? I'm rather fond of my name.

[flightlessbird]

But it is wrong, you said yourself.

[septim]

A name is much more than its meaning. Is its history too, the memories behind it. I've been Martin for far too long...

[flightlessbird]

My name is none of that. It is new.

[septim]

Then I hope you'll be able to make good memories of it.

[flightlessbird]

[ pause... and, smile! ]

They have been good so far.

[septim]

I'm glad. [ A pause. ] If it's easier, you can call me that, but I can't guarantee I'll answer to it.

[flightlessbird]

That is okay, I will say it until you do.

[septim]

[ And I'll do my best not to answer to it... ] Ah, I see.

[flightlessbird]

You will like it. It sounds better.

[septim]

I suppose. [ There's always Imperator Martinus if he's feeling grandiose, dragonborn if as a folk hero, and Marty if chummy with others. ]

[flightlessbird]

[ and here she just... whistles a pleasant musical strand of that kind-of-birdsong!! it ends on a definitive note, like it'd been a statement. ]

[septim]

Where you speaking about me just now?

[flightlessbird]

Yes. I said "Martin the healer likes his name"— well, warrior the healer—and that sounds much better, yes?

[septim]

[ But I never said... ] I suppose...

[flightlessbird]

It is too bad humans cannot say our words.

[septim]

I'm sorry. [ Martin pauses. ] Languages are...powerful. I'll try my best to learn how to pronounce my [ New. ] name.

[flightlessbird]

You won't. None of the humans can.

[septim]

[ Well, now he feels awfully guilty. ] I see.

[flightlessbird]

[ oh what he looks sad (and she actually noticed!), that won't do

a smile! ]

But we can say your words, so it is alright. We can still talk that way.

[septim]

[ Martin pulls his lips into the hint of a smile. ] Yes. Still, I'd like to learn your language.

[flightlessbird]

Well... [ looking skeptical! buuuut... ] Venus can understand it, even if she cannot say it. Maybe you can do that.