Worth a Thousand Words

by **Asterope** on January 25th, 2018, 9:49 pm

9th/Winter/517

The snow that had settled on the city was stunning; despite her hatred of the cold, Aster could appreciate the unique beauty of winter. A cold, vast expanse of glittering whiteness that was snow, icicles refracting light, little clouds of breath fogging in the air...it was lovely to look at.

That being said, Aster sorely missed the colour green. She missed seeing all the plants that thrived in the warmer weather; not to mention she was beginning to go a bit stir-crazy as she had often found leaving her room at the inn to not be worth the trouble. Laying in bed with a pile of warm, furry dog on top of her, Aster found her thoughts wandering. She wondered how Penny was doing; her friend seemed to mind the cold a lot less than she did.

As the thought of the artist crossed her mind, another thought followed swiftly, and Aster's eyes lit up with sudden inspiration. Pushing Navi off of her with some effort, the Eth slipped out of bed and dressed herself for braving the cold; which meant putting on her thicker cloak and pulling the fur-lined hood up around her face as best she could. Pulling on her boots and grabbing her bag, she left her room to enter the startling world of white; she had some shopping to do.

"Common" | "Nari" | "Pavi" | Thoughts
"Other People's Speech"

by **Asterope** on January 25th, 2018, 11:41 pm

She returned to the inn a few bells later, cold but victorious. Her nose and cheeks were rosier than usual, and shivers wracked her body; but despite the cold and the snow, Aster had managed to trek through the streets and find what she needed.

Shaking snow off of her cloak, she draped it over the back of the wooden chair and kicked off her damp boots. She undressed in a hurry, shucking her cold and damp clothes into a corner and changing into a dry dress and her spare cloak. She was already beginning to warm up; despite the lack of a hearth in the room, she never found the air chilly, and for that she was grateful.

Navi opened one eye sleepily, her tail sweeping lazily over the floor as she watched Aster set her bag down on the desk. The Eth opened the pack eagerly, digging through it and pulling out her newly bought supplies: a blank book bound with soft brown leather, a quill and a small vial of black ink, and several sticks of charcoal.

Dropping her bag to the side, Aster took a seat at the desk; it was still early afternoon, with enough pale light filtering in through the window to see by. Opening the book, she smoothed a hand down the blank page, chewing on her lower lip as she considered. Uncorking the vial of ink, she dipped the quill in, hesitating for a brief moment.

While she could read, she couldn't remember the last time she had written. She pressed the nib of the quill against the sheet, a small blot of ink spreading over the sheet, hastening her hand. With stiff, careful movements, Aster carefully wrote out her full name in large, looping letters before removing the quill from the page.

She wasn't sure where to go from there; allowing the ink to dry, she flipped the page. Inhaling deeply, she pushed her doubts and insecurities out of her mind and simply began to write. As she did so, her movements gradually loosened and became more natural. Her writing was still sloppy, and she occasionally still blotted the page with dots of ink, but she had settled into a rhythm.

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"Common" | "Nari" | "Pavi" | Thoughts
"Other People's Speech"

by **Asterope** on March 11th, 2019, 9:25 am

The Sun Has Risen

And so have your grades!

Asterope

Skills

✧Observation +1
✧Calligraphy +1
✧Writing +1

Lores

✧Writing: Resting a quill on a page creates ink blots

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