I think it is not, ( sounds like she's about to explain in case it is, to someone else—
and she does. )
I have an enchantment that I have bound to a particular pen. What I do, you see, is that we will sit together— my hand over hers, as she writes. I will dictate slowly a piece of writing, and using this pen and this ink, my participant will take what I say in trade and write it in the language we wish to share. This is a ... means of conveyance. I gain their understanding of the words, their literacy. For a time, their handwriting, though that passes.
( or doesn't, if she takes certain pains. she can still forge flint's signature so skilfully he might think he had written it, did he know her less well. )
It provides me a quicker framework to the language itself— literacy, not perfect conversational fluency, but with work I can gain the latter much faster than I otherwise would have.
She'll be fine. Ramona might get jealous, with you sitting there holding her hand, but we'll dress you in a potato sack or something.
[ This is a joke. Her step-ish mother is not going to feel like her nearly 30-years-long relationships is threatened by a blonde alien no matter how much cleavage is involved. ]
I shall cover my hair, ( is a prim joke that might only be identifiable because it probably doesn't make any sense if it's not a joke, even if the reference is a sulleciel one and not thedosian. )
I am most grateful for the opportunity, Mlle Novoa. My means are modest, but I'm certain I can arrange a little bribery for it.
If I’m not the one sitting there thinking about Qunlat forever, you don’t owe me anything. I’ve been needing to go visit anyway.
If you want to give my mom something, though,
[ is a suggestion, born not of any expectation Asaara would have, but of Xiomara hustling to advocate for for her as a matter of course, ]
she always wants sewing needles. The good kind. The blacksmith can’t make something delicate to save his life, so whenever someone loses a needle it’s the apocalypse.
Iverranfar's probably a full day from the mirror in Seere if we go on the ground, so that'd be three days. Whenever neither of us will be missed too much.
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[ There was no Seer. Dairsmuid. ]
—you know. She got over all of that the first time I broke a bone and needed a healer. So as long as it isn't extra freaky... Is it extra freaky?
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and she does. )
I have an enchantment that I have bound to a particular pen. What I do, you see, is that we will sit together— my hand over hers, as she writes. I will dictate slowly a piece of writing, and using this pen and this ink, my participant will take what I say in trade and write it in the language we wish to share. This is a ... means of conveyance. I gain their understanding of the words, their literacy. For a time, their handwriting, though that passes.
( or doesn't, if she takes certain pains. she can still forge flint's signature so skilfully he might think he had written it, did he know her less well. )
It provides me a quicker framework to the language itself— literacy, not perfect conversational fluency, but with work I can gain the latter much faster than I otherwise would have.
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[ But not freaky. ]
She'll be fine. Ramona might get jealous, with you sitting there holding her hand, but we'll dress you in a potato sack or something.
[ This is a joke. Her step-ish mother is not going to feel like her nearly 30-years-long relationships is threatened by a blonde alien no matter how much cleavage is involved. ]
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I am most grateful for the opportunity, Mlle Novoa. My means are modest, but I'm certain I can arrange a little bribery for it.
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If you want to give my mom something, though,
[ is a suggestion, born not of any expectation Asaara would have, but of Xiomara hustling to advocate for for her as a matter of course, ]
she always wants sewing needles. The good kind. The blacksmith can’t make something delicate to save his life, so whenever someone loses a needle it’s the apocalypse.
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That is easily arranged and I would be glad to do it for taking up her time so.
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Iverranfar's probably a full day from the mirror in Seere if we go on the ground, so that'd be three days. Whenever neither of us will be missed too much.