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odd. try this.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Poor Ellis.
Ari
He spared the boy a glance, then reached up and tucked back the hair that covered his pointed ears.
“Not likely.”
The doctor here at the school had tried to sort him into some nice category or other when he’d first arrived. Ari shot off another arrow. It had been a year since he’d since he’d seen the man. Life was easier for both of them that way.
But Ellis has similar features.
“You and your brother don’t seem entirely human yourselves.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Poor Ellis.
He’s just bein sensitiveee
*panicking because I haven’t actually decided what exactly Ellis is*
Ellis
One of Ellis’ own pointed ears twitched slightly. He fumbled with an arrow on his bowstring. “We’re not. My mother was, though,” he said, glancing at Ari. “You’ve met Lucian?”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
*brain screaming too* It’s been an adventure. A good thing, but we were definetely used to a slower pace.
Tavar
“We write and speak in the language of the Elders. Taenga Sinear. This common tongue is beginning to be used among strangers, so I learned it a few years ago but we’ve spoken the Teanga as long as memory lives. Here.” He drew out a wax tablet and hunted down his stylus as he talked.
“Every letter corresponds to a tree or a star.” He drew the first five runes in rapid succession. “The birch, the elm, the willow, the ash, and the oak. B/v, e/ey/a, w/v, sh/s, and o/k. And here is the star of dirrection.” A sweeping letter appeared beneath his stylus rather like the ‘g’ in Bryce’s alphabet. “It controls a word’s meaning like it guides a ship in the sea.”
He looked back at Bryce with a grin. “I haven’t found many books here in this tongue. Which is strange, because the best stories and wisdom are recorded in it.” He shrugged and replaced his writing implements to the spot in the heap before him. “But I’ve heard some people have outlawed it. Perhaps that is why.”
Tavar leaned back in his chair and gazed at the wealth of knowledge around him. So much wisdom and entertainment locked away into unknown languages. A sigh slipped through his smile.
Still a ChaosGremlin™ on the inside.
*panicking because I haven’t actually decided what exactly Ellis is*
*Pained laughter because this is too relatable*
Ari
The boy’s mother? That was more human then, more than Ari’s blood.
No, the Elder are only cursed.
“Your brother?” He shook his head. “I’ve seen you around. Saw him when you first came in.”
Brothers. Of course he’d seen them. Watched them.
“He cares for you. Don’t damage that. It’s rare.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ellis
Ellis went very still. He looked away for a moment at the other archers with a blank look on his face.
“You’re quick to give advice.”Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Ari
His eyebrow rose, but he made no other response. The statement didn’t seem to require one.
He hadn’t meant to give advice, only observe. Warn maybe. Why did you even open your mouth, Verenion?
No matter. He reached for his quiver.
It was empty. Perfect.
With a muttered, “don’t shoot me yet,” he set down his bow and strode off to collect his spent arrows.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Why did you even open your mouth, Verenion?
Oh no Ari I’m sorryyy I apologize for my character I don’t know what’s wrong with him
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
My mother was, though
Is she dead?
Ah, yes, me when writing last night
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“May I say something that is a little embarrassing for me?”
Yes.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Ellis
“If you would like to.”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
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