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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]

Oh. [ she waves a hand, dismissive. ] No one writes anything in my home. We only speak. It does not seem very useful, except that everyone here likes it so much.

[oxfordian]

[ Charles smiles, laughs. ] It is very useful. We have a long history, and when people are no longer alive to tell their stories, we have a way to read them -- to read everything that has been passed down.

Ah, do you need any assistance getting back into the city?

[flightlessbird]

But people will remember the stories of dead people, to tell people that never met them.

No, Bariyan is coming.

[oxfordian]

Ah, good, then. You'll be all right, I hope.

[ He chuckles then. ]

Yes, well, there are certainly more benefits to writing. I am sure you will find them in time!