The Way the River Flows
username: Kesmi
buck's name: Turtle
prompt option: A
prompt response: Turtle had always had his nose in a book of some sort or from somewhere. Some of his own personal collection were from one of the many libraries he had found in the Ruins. It was to there the tree had sent him after it had reached out to his companions. He had watching Dusty fall into a trance and even his own sister Dove. He was third in line, Finch opting to be last as they all knew he would wander away and pull out some sort of reading material.
The Tree having vanished from sight did the dream become of one that he had always had. Books everywhere! Turtle couldn't stop turning as he stared starry eyed at the musty and somewhat moldy bindings on the many shelves. Some stretched far from his reach, but he would find a way to acquire what he wanted. Shaking his head, Turtle headed over to the closest shelf and nosed through some of the volumes there. As he looked, the one thing he noticed was that none of these were written in a language he could read.
Frowning slightly, Turtle pulled one off the shelf and carried it over to one of the last standing tables. Putting it down he pushed open the cover and looked inside. It was still something he couldn't read. Head tilting Turtle looked around the place for something else. He had seen a couple this language to that language books before... Or at least something close to what he could make out. But it did seem that they were no such books here... That he could see...
"Hmmm... " Was all he voiced after a few moments. "If I were a language book, where would I be placed..." Not really a question to the masses around him, but just a thought to himself as he always did.
Turtle left the bottom floor of room, up a set of stairs to another floor. Here the books were much the same as it was the bottom floor. Well, next best thing! Returning to the floor he had started on, Turtle pulled a couple more books. Snatching up a few scraps of paper, he looked through the books noting similar ones. The symbols and scratches. He made a running tally against the language of the Noul. He would figure this out one symbol at a time, no matter how long it would take.
"As Father always said, There is no bottom to the well of the known. For the unknown is always looming to bucket it out one drop at a time.... Or something like that." Turtle chuckled as he kept working at the books. For when he was able to figure out the cast of symbols and scratches. He could read what was left behind and pass it on to better Noul-kind. Further more, to ever expand his memory warehouse, shelves had been cleaned, but would these be enough? Turtle hoped so...
Time spanned into the hours, Turtle not giving up on it until he could make a little headway in the translations. Already letters were starting to fall into place. Sentences were starting to form before he seemed to have an idea of what one book was written about... At least a sentence or so that may read the possible.
username: Kesmi
buck's name: Turtle
prompt option: A
prompt response: Turtle had always had his nose in a book of some sort or from somewhere. Some of his own personal collection were from one of the many libraries he had found in the Ruins. It was to there the tree had sent him after it had reached out to his companions. He had watching Dusty fall into a trance and even his own sister Dove. He was third in line, Finch opting to be last as they all knew he would wander away and pull out some sort of reading material.
The Tree having vanished from sight did the dream become of one that he had always had. Books everywhere! Turtle couldn't stop turning as he stared starry eyed at the musty and somewhat moldy bindings on the many shelves. Some stretched far from his reach, but he would find a way to acquire what he wanted. Shaking his head, Turtle headed over to the closest shelf and nosed through some of the volumes there. As he looked, the one thing he noticed was that none of these were written in a language he could read.
Frowning slightly, Turtle pulled one off the shelf and carried it over to one of the last standing tables. Putting it down he pushed open the cover and looked inside. It was still something he couldn't read. Head tilting Turtle looked around the place for something else. He had seen a couple this language to that language books before... Or at least something close to what he could make out. But it did seem that they were no such books here... That he could see...
"Hmmm... " Was all he voiced after a few moments. "If I were a language book, where would I be placed..." Not really a question to the masses around him, but just a thought to himself as he always did.
Turtle left the bottom floor of room, up a set of stairs to another floor. Here the books were much the same as it was the bottom floor. Well, next best thing! Returning to the floor he had started on, Turtle pulled a couple more books. Snatching up a few scraps of paper, he looked through the books noting similar ones. The symbols and scratches. He made a running tally against the language of the Noul. He would figure this out one symbol at a time, no matter how long it would take.
"As Father always said, There is no bottom to the well of the known. For the unknown is always looming to bucket it out one drop at a time.... Or something like that." Turtle chuckled as he kept working at the books. For when he was able to figure out the cast of symbols and scratches. He could read what was left behind and pass it on to better Noul-kind. Further more, to ever expand his memory warehouse, shelves had been cleaned, but would these be enough? Turtle hoped so...
Time spanned into the hours, Turtle not giving up on it until he could make a little headway in the translations. Already letters were starting to fall into place. Sentences were starting to form before he seemed to have an idea of what one book was written about... At least a sentence or so that may read the possible.
“Do not fear failure but rather fear not trying.”
