Closed Feathers and Letters

[Rinya]

Jorin read her mind—or perhaps the intent she felt behind the single emotion she chose to focus on to determine the ‘e’. She guessed as well as Jorin drew into the ash that was the word he had drawn out. Though it was just a guess seeing as she could only pick out the letter ‘e’. He moved on smoothly, praising her for the letters she had learned thus far and she was certainly proud of the fact she did remember them. It took a little while and quite the concentration, but she did remember. Considering it was only going to get harder from this point however she did her best not to let it go to her head.

It was interesting—as he described the letter ‘i’—to put an image to the word itself. It was something everyone used; referring to themselves and Rinya never realized that it was simply one letter, one rune to describe one’s self. However her mind shifted from the simple idea to a more—complex one. Every letter had a… capital letter? As he pointed out the two version of ‘I’, Rinya suddenly put together what that meant for her. It meant she had twice as many letters to actually learn… As if she wasn’t having trouble keeping the first few letters together!

The fact that depending on how one used the letter ‘i’ actually changed the meaning made her head swim. Frustration built up in her chest, and Jorin’s reassurance that they would learn that at a later time did not bring much rest to her mind. The sudden daunting task weighed a little on her mind—made it difficult to even focus on the lesson at hand. Jorin wrote out a word for her in the ash, but for the most part she didn’t even pick it up much. If she had she might have noticed a few other letters she had learned already.

It would figure that the simple letters would come with a whole other set to learn. Rinya had really thought she had been doing so well, and she had thought maybe perhaps that the hardest trial would be learning how to spell words once she got the letters down. She was actually half tempted to shift into her human form and tell Jorin that she was actually done for the day. She was going to have to practice the letters she knew already that much more. And part of her just wanted time to absorb the further information of having to learn these letters all over again too.

Jorin however moved forward with the lesson, doing his best to keep her calm with stroking of her feathers. Letting out a sigh—which sounded much more like a strained squawk, Rinya did her best to focus her mind forward on the task at hand. There were—26 letters?—to learn and she had barely scratched the surface. It took some effort, but she pushed the worry of having to learn different runes for another day. Jorin was going to keep using the lowercase version for now and she might as well focus all her energy on learning those first.

He went on to explain that the letter ‘I’ was a special case scenario with it being a word in itself… then went on to say that the letter ‘a’ was also a word in itself, though not nearly as important as ‘I’. And that was pretty much where he lost her. Rinya let snapped her beak several times in annoyance. He had thoroughly confused her with that explanation and she wanted to continue with the lesson. Lest she decided to completely give up on the idea of learning any more letters for the day. She barely got down that the new letter drawn in the ash was ‘j’.

He seemed to get the idea however and moved on, drawing another word in to join the letter ‘j’. The rest of the letters were completely foreign to her save for the blasted ‘i’ that tempted to swirl her mind back into confusion, and she waited semi patiently for him to explain just what he had spelled out. It took a tick, but he finally admitted that what he had spelled out in the ash was his own name. He asked her if she recognized any other of the letters in his name, but Rinya was currently busy putting the spelling into her head—even if she didn’t know the other symbols.

It felt… important to know how to spell his name, or recognize it when it lay before her. It wasn’t likely for her to see it often and they were just letters—but the represented the name she said so very often. The name of the man she loved so very dearly. The frustration and annoyance from before easily faded away, her mind taking in the sweep of his letters. If she remembered nothing else, she wanted to remember what his name looked like in the very least.

And he probably felt the flashes of love that spiked just from looking at his name. His romantic side was certainly wearing off on her—though she figured she was probably taking it to a ‘weird’ kind of level. Instead of responding and picking out the letters that she recognized, she turned back to him and hopped up to his side. Leaning forward she nipped at his fingers, nuzzling her beak against his fingers. She would much rather think of those letters being related to him than the alphabet.

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[Jorin Ertihan]

It was quite amazing, the multitude of different forms love could take. Many people thought of love, and they imagined perhaps flowers in spring, or a moonlit dinner at a romantic restaurant. Holding hands on a bridge at night. Or perhaps wild, passionate lovemaking. Few, Jorin mused, would consider teaching the alphabet to one's wife who was currently in her bird form to be particularly romantic.

Yet somehow the mood was exactly right, and he could feel the surge of love from her as she stared intently at his name, as thought she wanted to burn it into her memory. And perhaps that was exactly what she was intending to do. Jorin couldn't blame her. Himself being quite the sentimental, romantic type, he very much appreciated such gestures.

And the annoyance and frustration he felt welling up in Rinya seemed to drain away. Jorin was glad for that; he knew the additional wrinkle of capitalization would be a sore point; he hadn't considered that meant she technically needed to remember double the letters. Fortunately, very many of the uppercase letters greatly resembled their lowercase versions, which made it much easier to remember them if one knew the letter in the other format.

Regardless, Rinya had pretty much ignored his implied question, instead opting to come over to where he was and nuzzle her beak on his fingers, nipping slightly and he could feel waves of love coming from her, and in response Jorin smiled happily, continuing to gently stroke the feathers of her chest. The feathers really were quite soft and fluffy, and felt very pleasant against his skin. And he hummed slightly as he just sat there, stroking his wife and just enjoying her presence, matching her feelings of contentment and love with his own.

Jorin chose not to erase his name from the ash. He knew his wife would very much want to see it, memorize it. He would too, if he were learning how to read. Rinya's name would be one word he'd actually want to know.

"I love you too, Rinya," he whispered softly, as they sat in front of the fire, his name etched into the ash before them. "More than anything. I... I know I'm probably not the best teacher in the world. If I say anything and it's confusing please don't hesitate to let me know." Jorin ruffled Rinya's feathers gently but playfully, grinning at her.

"And if I annoy you too much, feel free to bite me," he joked light-heartedly. They both knew Rinya would never bite him. "But in all seriousness, I'll do my best to teach you, even if I'm not very good at it," he pomised, his face going serious. Jorin could feel Rinya's love and trust in him. Technically, she could probably find a better teacher for this, but something told him she wouldn't want anyone but him teaching her.

"Thank you for putting up with me," Jorin noted gratefully, picking up his stick and clearing out all his written letters... except his name, which he conspicuously left for Rinya's sake. He knew she'd want to keep seeing it there. The one word that he knew even if she didn't know what all the letters were, she definitely knew the meaning of.

"I really am the luckiest man in the world," he concluded, and he looked directly at Rinya as he said it. It was pure love and gratitude that was coming across the bond. He figured she'd understand. He was grateful that of all the men in the world she could have chosen, she picked him. The loser twice-failed actor. And she not only chose to bond with him, she chose to marry him.

"OK, well, let's move on," he said after they had sat for several comfortable chimes in silence. It wasn't a tense, heavy silence. Nor a dull, empty one. It was instead a warm, happy silence, their mutual happiness, contentment and love buzzing across the bond to keep them company. Jorin considered simply ending the lesson there, and spend the rest of the evening just enjoying his wife's company.

But in this, he and Rinya were very much alike. Jorin hated leaving things half-done. Despite their many distractions, and the fact that Jorin was insatiable when it came to Rinya, they still managed a respectable seven letters before finally giving up for the night. Thus far they'd only managed a pitiful three. Jorin decided they should at least try for five or six, if not more, but then he knew that it was his wife and not himself who would be doing the hard work, so ultimately he'd leave it up to her.

"So, my love, this is the next letter. it's called 'k', and a very important word begins with it," Jorin explained, as he drew both the letter and the word he was referring to down on the ash beside his name. He looked over at Rinya and smiled.

"The word 'Kelvic' begins with 'k'," Jorin noted, pointing at the word he'd written as he said it. "Most of the letters there you should recognize."

It was so interesting to Jorin, listening to Rinya's warbles and whistles. One could be forgiven thinking that he could actually understand it. He couldn't, but he had the bond, and he knew his wife. It was like they shared not just a Kelvic bond but an emotional one too, and both were so strong that they could understand each other's intentions without speaking. It was entirely possible they would soon become the couple that was able to finish each other's sentences.

"So, can you point out one of the letters I taught you today?" he asked, quizzing Rinya slightly. "Can you show me where 'i' is?"

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[Rinya]

Jorin did not seem to mind in the least as she came over to his side, ignoring the lesson at hand for the moment to instead pay attention to him solely. Of course she could have easily guessed that of all people Jorin would probably appreciate her… oddness over his name—but then she supposed some humans enjoyed odd things as a show of affection. Like jewelry—she would never understand the obsession of jewelry. Yes it was pretty to look at, and she might eventually own some herself—but as a show of affection? It was completely material…

Then again Rinya was fond of her bow and that was material, but she had the feeling they were completely two different things. If Jorin ever decided to shower her with some lavish gift like jewelry in the future she would appreciate it, but she had the feeling her mate probably knew she’d rather just spend a day with him. Perhaps wiggle a poem of his from his mind. Time spent together was more precious to her, though she wondered if it was partly from her time alone, or the fact she didn’t have as much time as others did. In the long run it didn’t really matter.

Jorin just whispered that he loved her back, and Rinya warbled nonsense—to him anyway—right back. It didn’t matter how it was said, they both felt it. They technically felt it all the time, but it was important to her that even in bird form she could get the feeling across. It wasn’t always easy, but Jorin was fairly opened minded to begin with. But like usual he found some way to degrade himself, even if only slightly. Rinya was sorely tempted to argue—whether in human or bird form it didn’t really matter to her—but she was willing to.

However this was just part of who Jorin was. He didn’t see worth in himself, and Rinya wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Despite her issues over aging and abandonment, she knew she had worth. It was just the city of Riverfall failed to see them. But that didn’t add up to anything other than their point of view, not Jorin’s. He tried to pull off the comment jokingly, ruffling her feathers around a little and Rinya chirped sharply in response. He was doing just fine with the teaching, considering he had never done it before with anyone else.

He also noted that she could bite him if he annoyed her too much. Well biting was out of the question, but she might perhaps nip a little harder than necessary to get her point across if she had to. No matter his words, she had complete faith in him that they would get her reading over time. She didn’t expect it to happen immediately—especially considering everything she was learning. Though if she was capable of rolling her eyes in bird form she would have as he thanked her for putting up with him; some days she wondered if he would ever get the idea that she didn’t put up with people. She insulted them and walked away.

Jorin muttered that he really was the luckiest man in the world, and Rinya was grateful for feathers for the moment. He had that… stare again. His gratitude was unnecessary and it almost made her uncomfortable. As if she was doing this for him simply to try and make him happy. His happiness was everything to her, but she would never be with him just because of it. She loved him just as much as he loved her… there was nothing to be grateful over. But then… maybe she was mistaking it for another reason entirely. It was too hard to tell.

Over the course of several silent chimes, Rinya realized she had begun to fall asleep. She had been leaning her body up against the side of his leg slightly while he stroked her feathers. It had very much the same effect that his stroking of her skin did—it made her sleepy. The moment he broke the silence she jumped slightly, shaking out her feathers in her startled state. Right… more letters! Rinya moved away from his side to see the ashes better. His name was still there, and Rinya had to give Jorin credit. He was certainly more observant that she was. He went about drawing another letter into the ash right next to his name.

Another important word began with ‘k’? Rinya chirped in curiosity as Jorin continued to draw out letters into the word. It didn’t look familiar, but she could feel Jorin’s intent behind it. He mentioned that the word Kelvic started with ‘k’ and Rinya cocked her head to the side. The name of her race—she supposed that it was important. And most of the letter she did recognize too. Jorin asked her to point out the 'i' and she nearly whistled in annoyance. That petching one letter that was likely to give her trouble in the future.

But seeing as she had just learned it, pointing it out was fairly easy. Rinya leaned forward to press her beak into the floor before the ‘i’, then after a moment of hesitation she also tapped her beak against the floor int front of ‘e’ and ‘c’ as well. Other letters she of course recognized.

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[Jorin Ertihan]

Rinya had looked a bit startled to hear his voice, and if he had to guess from the soft muted feelings across the bond, she had nearly fallen asleep. He couldn't blame her; the atmosphere was certainly very calming and relaxing. The snow was falling silently outside, and the downy feathers of her chest were very soft and stroking them made Jorin feel warm and happy inside.

Honestly, Jorin wouldn't have minded just stopping. Even after the lesson had continued and Rinya had hopped away from the leg she had slightly leaned her body against, Jorin had considered making it the last letter for the night. But no, he figured since they were already resuming the lesson, they should continue for at least a few more. After all, there were twenty-six letters in total. The sooner they got past the alphabet, the sooner Rinya could learn actual words.

Rinya performed admirably as ever, concentrating on the word 'Kelvic' and seeming to memorize it like with the other words. She paid a decent amount of attention to it, but it did not have the same effect that his name did. Jorin knew why of course; while the name of her race was important to her, the name of her mate and husband was a lot more important.

Jorin nodded in approval when Rinya tapped her beak under 'i', and then under 'e' and 'c' too. He knew his wife would remember. She was picking up the letters much faster than he thought she would; Jorin still remembered how annoying long it took Darien to pick up letters. Then again, the boy was only four at the time, and none-too-interested in the task. Not to mention Jorin wasn't too interested in teaching his kid brother either. It was at that moment that Jorin realized he might not have been the most contentious big brother.

In any event, Jorin decided to stay on the letter 'k' just a little longer, because there was another word he wanted to show her. It was a name that was very important to Jorin. He knew that Rinya would find the name important simply because of the value he attached to it, as she hadn't even met the person yet.

"There's another name that begins with 'k', RInya," he said, his hand almost absently going back to stroking her feathers again. It felt so natural to touch her, like when they were in bed and he stroked her back as they cuddled. And the comfortable warmth of their love matched the warmth of the fire in front of them.

Jorin hefted his stick slightly, and drew the name 'Kari' on the ash. Turning to Rinya, he said, "that spells 'Kari'. It is my mother's name. I really hope that you could meet her someday, Rinya. I know she would love you."

It was true. Jorin was absolutely convinced that his mother would heartily approve of Rinya, and would love her like as though she were her own daughter. Even though it was Rosik's hard logic that had kept Jorin alive, had convinced him to travel with a troupe rather than alone, that had prompted him to learn a weapon, it was Kari's gentle influence that crafted the gentle soul that drew Rinya to him.

"You know that phrase that I keep using? That love doesn't make sense, and shouldn't? It came from my mother. She always used to say that to me," he confessed. "Especially when I misbehaved," he added somewhat guiltily. "I'll admit I wasn't the... most well-behaved boy when I was young. I was a lot more temperamental and honestly somewhat irritating. My cousin Gale hated babysitting me."

It was true. Poor Gale had to suffer through all of Jorin's many tantrums and occasional pranks, and Jorin was quite convinced his older cousin would be none-too-pleased to see him again when he got back home. Of course, having spent five years on the road taught him that such behavior did not help, and marrying Rinya gave him the stability he needed to no longer need to do such things to get attention Rosik had refused to give.

In any event, Jorin moved on, wiping out his mother's name from the ash and sweeping it, and his memories, back into the fire. Kari was many miles away in Zeltiva. He might see her again someday, he might not. But what was important was that Zeltiva wasn't home anymore. Technically neither was Riverfall. Rinya was home now, and he found himself not nearly as homesick talking about his mother as he thought he'd be, though he still felt a twinge of it nonetheless.

"The next letter is 'l'," he announced, drawing the skinny letter on the ash. "Yes, it really is that simple. This is one of the easier letters to remember since it doesn't have much of a shape to it. Just sort of a line."

Jorin drew a new word for Rinya to see below it. "I think you might remember this word," Jorin chuckled. He had written the word 'love'. "The word 'love' ends with 'e', but begins with 'l'." Jorin couldn't help it. Writing out the word conjured up memories of what had transpired between them when he'd first taught her this word. And small tendrils of desire shot across the bond from the memory.

Jorin sighed and did his best to ignore it. The fact that Rinya was still in bird form made it easier to regain control. Still, he couldn't help the reddening of his cheeks. He knew she had felt the desire across the bond, and she probably could guess at what memory triggered it. It was quite certain that had she been in human form, Jorin might have tried to kiss her, and that would have likely ended the lesson for the day.

Clearing his throat slightly, Jorin returned to the lesson. "A few other words can now be created from the letter's you've learned so far," he announced, as he drew them slowly in the remaining space just to the left of his name.

"For example, you can now create the words 'bill' or 'beak'." Jorin realized he was introducing bird-related words to her. He hadn't done that on purpose, but they had been the first words to come to his head. He was quite sure the fact that he was married to a bird Kelvic had everything to do with it, but he found it interesting how automatic it had been.

"We're nearly halfway there," Jorin encouraged gently, ruffling Rinya's feathers slightly. "But if you'd like to take a break, I can understand."

It was tiring work, putting these letters into one's head. Jorin had no wish to overwhelm Rinya; if they went too fast, they'd just have to go over the same letters again anyway. Better that they simply took it nice and slow to begin with so that they only needed to do it once. Nonetheless, Jorin left the decision in Rinya's hands. If she so chose, he was perfectly happy just spending the rest of the evening sitting with her in front of the fire, gently stroking the feathers of her chest and nodding off as the snow accumulated outside.

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[Rinya]

Jorin didn’t say anything, just simply nodded in confirmation as she pointed out the rest of the letters she knew. For a long tick he seemed rather caught up in his thoughts and Rinya cocked her head to the side as she stared up at him. It wasn’t a vacant expression on his face—it was more thoughtful. There was no telling just what exactly he was thinking about, but it was fleeting and Jorin scratched out the word ‘Kelvic’ from the ash and for the first time he started another word that began with the same letter she had just learned.

His fingers found her feathers again and Rinya chirped softly up at him. Jorin drew a short lettered word into the ash, with only one of the letters unfamiliar to her as of yet. The word—the name—‘Kari’ sounded familiar however and she realized it only a tick before Jorin said it. His mother’s name began with ‘k’. He wanted her to meet his mother—something that both made her incredibly happy and ridiculously nervous at the same time. Jorin was sure his mother would love her, but Rinya herself had no idea if that was actually true. But she could feel the importance to him through the bond.

She had no mother figure to look up to. Rinya had no idea how to behave towards such a woman, especially when she was married and bonded to her son. Kari was someone very important in Jorin’s life—if she didn’t like Rinya she didn’t want to imagine the stress it could cause on Jorin himself. Oddly enough she wasn’t so worried about his father… he sounded very much like her own. There wasn’t so much pressure to impress a man she was used to. But then, that could always change… technically she had extended family now.

It was no wonder though that Jorin came out as he did with a mother such as Kari. He took so easily to her words—for that she was grateful for. The two of them were very much the epitome of that saying. For as much as they loved each other, the two of them made no sense on the outside—especially right now. Jorin on the floor, teaching a bird how to read, outwardly it must have looked to be quite the sight. He continued on to mention that he wasn’t exactly the poster child of innocence. Somehow she could easily picture Jorin misbehaving.

Oddly enough it had been some time since he had spoken of his family. He even mentioned someone she had never heard of before—a cousin. It made her wonder just how extended his own family was. Rinya enjoyed the thoughts of a younger Jorin causing trouble and mayhem. She caught glimpses of his smart aleck attitude the more time they spent together, but she could imagine he was quite hard to handle when he was younger. There was a twinge of distance between them, as though he wasn’t entirely in the room with her but where he had left his family. She wished she could have insisted he would see them someday, but it wouldn’t have removed the feeling anyway.

So Rinya did her best to focus on the next letter drawn into the ash. Jorin found humor in it before explaining that the word he had written in the ash was ‘love’. She only could make out one other letter, but there was feeling behind it. And then right behind it was a familiar swirl of desire. There was no telling what caused it, seeing as the word love caused many different variant emotions between them, but Jorin seemed intent on pushing them out of his mind. Instead he focused further on words she could make out of the ones she had learned.

If she had been human, she would have raised a brow at his choice of words. It wasn’t offensive, but Rinya wondered if Jorin was aware that he was even doing it. She simply fluffed her feathers further as he ruffled them before hopping a little ways away from him. Jorin had offered to take a break and Rinya was completely up for that offer. Perhaps they didn’t get as many letters down as they would have liked, but trying to line the new letters up with all the older ones… her brain did need a bit of a break. Plus she could feel her attention beginning to wane from the lesson itself. She wanted to spend more time focused on Jorin than the letters that made up his name.

So for the first time since Jorin had come home, Rinya shifted into her human form. Her skin had warmed considerably next to the fire with the help of her feathers, so the cold nip of the room was noticeable, but tolerable. Grinning brightly at Jorin, the space she had put between them as bird was filled easily by her human form. Leaning forward she rested her chin on his shoulder, circling her arms around one of his own. "I think I’m ready for a break." Rinya murmured low, slipping forward to press a soft kiss to the skin of his neck before working upwards to his cheek.

"Thank you Jorin, for teaching me." Rinya whispered sincerely. While it was a great way for the two of them to spend together regardless of her form, but that didn’t make it fun either. "Thank you for putting up with me." Rinya added sarcastically, rolling her eyes for his benefit before pressing another kiss to his neck.

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[Jorin Ertihan]

Jorin suspected that these lessons would likely become more complex in the future. Right now it was complicated enough, just teaching her letters and writing out words that began with them. But while Rinya was picking up the alphabet at a remarkable pace, it still wasn't enough. Besides 'I', she hadn't seen any capital letters.

She hadn't yet learned the difference between consonants and vowels, and at the moment the words he'd shown her were little more than arcane runes that carried no more meaning than text written in whatever languages were spoken prior to the Valterrian. It took time and a lot of exposure to written words to turn those combinations of symbols into understandable text.

Jorin had felt the surge of emotion from Rinya as he mentioned her meeting his mother. To be honest, he'd probably feel the same things if he were to be introduced to her family: a mixture of joy and nervousness. Would they like him? Would they accept him? Her father, by all accounts, was a somewhat harsh man. What would he think of a human like Jorin taking his daughter for a wife?

Rinya had mentioned that her mother had died in childbirth. That would mean he'd never get to meet the woman. It was almost a shame - he would have liked to have known what sort of woman she was. Whether she'd have approved of their union. For his part, Jorin knew his own father would see their marriage as pointless, though that did not bother Jorin as much as he thought it would.

In any case, after the word 'love' had been introduced as beginning with 'l', Rinya hopped away, ruffling her feathers slightly. Jorin nodded, having the feeling that she indeed had enough for one night.

They still had half the alphabet to get through before they could even touch upon spelling. And it seemed a daunting task, though Jorin was more than ready to teach it so long as Rinya was ready to learn it. In any case, with a flash of light, Jorin knew the lesson had ended as Rinya closed the distance she'd temporarily created, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting gentle kisses on him.

As usual, Jorin just couldn't concentrate when his wife did that to him. No matter how innocent the act, it always got a reaction from him, and he knew that she knew this. He smiled back at her when she thanked him for teaching her. "Of course," he insisted. "You're a fantastic student. The best I could ever ask for."

And Rinya teasingly threw back his own words at him, thanking him for 'putting up' with her. Now that he heard them parroted back at him, he realized how silly they were. Rinya didn't 'put up' with him any more than he did with her. They loved each other.

"I guess that was a silly thing to say, wasn't it?" he chuckled. "We've both said it before. The gods know, we both have our flaws. But we're perfect... for each other." Jorin twisted around so that he could snag Rinya by the waist, drawing her in closer, and tilting his neck a bit to give her more access for her kisses. He hummed slightly and stroked her back, noting that it was just as pleasant as stroking her feathers and seemed to achieve the same effect in her.

"I guess we're both a little tired," Jorin noted with a sigh. "Come on, my love. Let's go to bed. It'll be warmer."

With that, he tucked an arm beneath Rinya's legs and another behind her back, and lifted her up. He stood up, leaning down to kiss her gently as he rose, and carried her, bridal style, to their bedroom. Rinya looked a bit surprised at his actions, but did not seem to resist much as he laid her gently down, lifting the sheets to snuggle in closely with her. In the dark, even though he couldn't see his wife's face, he could still feel the softness of her skin and the warmth of her presence, both physically and emotionally.

"Goodnight, RInya," he whispered softly, as he wrapped one arm around, as her leg found its favorite spot between his. It was a nightly ritual now; something they did every night. It had become such habit that Jorin actually found it difficult to sleep alone. Nonetheless, after a few chimes, Rinya's soft breathing lulled him to sleep, putting an end to the lessons on reading... for now.

~Fin~

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Congratulations On Your Hard Work!

Rinya:
XP: +1 wilderness Survival +1 socialization, +5 observation
Lores: Wilderness Survival : Starting fires., Common Alphabet: A-H, Spelling the word Bag, Speaking I Love You via the bond in a fashion, Spelling the words Beak, Bill. Common Alphabet, I-L [/

Player:Jorin Ertihan
XP: +1 socialization, +5 teaching
Lores: Rumors: Rogue Mage responsible for storms? Teaching:Trying new methods, Teaching: Using examples b]


[b]Notes:I assume that he was teaching her Common Alphabet and not any other language Alphabet.

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