006 - Sixth Bell [Action]
Oct. 8th, 2011 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
siryms_echo[Well, now that it's been a few days since the event, things are calmer. It was fun, pretending to steal treasure and kidnapping princesses and all, but... well, it wasn't really her element.]
[So now, Anodrac's in the library, practicing something that looks a lot like writing. She didn't have much of an interest in it before, but meeting one of the knights during the event... well, it made her realize that her methods of communication were limited. What if someone were deaf? It wouldn't make much sense, trying to communicate with them only through speaking...]
[As a result of her tireless practicing, there are countless papers scattered about the table, scrawled with sloppy, lopsided sentences in both English and some other language, and a few (dozen) pencils reduced to barely usable nubs.]
[Once she's done with her writing, she decides to pack up and head around the village, mostly to sight-see and sit idly near the fountain. A loosely bound book with her makeshift "homework" tucked into it will be at her side...]
[Until a brief gust of wind blows the loose sheets away, at which point she will start desperately scrambling to retrieve them.]
A-Ah! Stop those papers!
[So now, Anodrac's in the library, practicing something that looks a lot like writing. She didn't have much of an interest in it before, but meeting one of the knights during the event... well, it made her realize that her methods of communication were limited. What if someone were deaf? It wouldn't make much sense, trying to communicate with them only through speaking...]
[As a result of her tireless practicing, there are countless papers scattered about the table, scrawled with sloppy, lopsided sentences in both English and some other language, and a few (dozen) pencils reduced to barely usable nubs.]
[Once she's done with her writing, she decides to pack up and head around the village, mostly to sight-see and sit idly near the fountain. A loosely bound book with her makeshift "homework" tucked into it will be at her side...]
[Until a brief gust of wind blows the loose sheets away, at which point she will start desperately scrambling to retrieve them.]
A-Ah! Stop those papers!
