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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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[flightlessbird]

Why? Talking is very much faster.

[noble_sin]

But you can not put in a box talking to see later.

[flightlessbird]

Why would you want to put talking in a box?

[noble_sin]

So you can open it again in a year, or ten years, or a hundred years and have what was exactly put there.

[flightlessbird]

...Oh. [ That... actually does kind of make sense, and she looks a little grudgingly accepting. ]

[noble_sin]

Or... in mind of a farmer, who is knowing every harvest for years and years, and now is always knowing if anything happens wrong by seeing it together.

[flightlessbird]

Fine, fine. [ waving an angry hand! ] Even if I am not a farmer.

[noble_sin]

[he laughs, gently]

My order is in keeping the words of the saint living who created it—a thousand years ago.