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 Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 4:39 pm
Itzamatul stared in dismay at the map he'd been working on. He had to admit it, but it just wasn't working out. The area where he'd drawn the river clearly wasn't as close to the meadow as illustrated, and the foothills were all over the place. Nothing demoralized him like throwing out work, but he didn't see a way to continue this. He'd have to scrap it and start over.
A sigh escaped his lips and he hung his head a little. It was disappointing, to say the least. He'd spent almost a week flying over the area with his trusty condor familiar, and he'd probably have to fly over most of that span all over again. He wondered when Eleuia would be back. She'd be disappointed too, but he doubted she'd show it. She was polite even in her displeasure, though that didn't mean she didn't get displeased.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 4:43 pm
It was such a beautiful day outside, one of the last truly summery days before fall's chill began to take hold. A few trees had begun to change color already. Part of Toscana looked forward to the explosion of colors of fall, but the other part of her dreaded the coming of winter. It saddened her to see the barren colorless landscapes that reigned until spring arrived.
She blinked as she noticed the flutter. He had beautiful colors, an array of purples over cream and blue. He had claws like her too, she noted. Curious, she approached. Her curiosity only grew when she saw him staring at a piece of paper on the ground. She stared at it as she approached, craning her head to try to get a better look.
"Is that human writing?" she asked, knowing it wasn't quite polite to ask a question without introducing herself first, but not able to help herself.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 4:45 pm
"No, it's not writing. Not most of it, at least. It's a map." Itzamatul flattened it out a little more, self-conscious at his work but feeling that he ought to show it nonetheless. Briefly, he glanced at the mare. She had a look of confusion on her face, and curious uncertainty.
"Have you ever seen a map before?" He didn't ask it to make fun of her. Many, if not most, soquili he'd met had never learned the art of looking at symbols or words upon paper. Some even had a hard time understanding drawings. Especially to soquili who couldn't fly, the concept of a map could be hard to grasp. He didn't think any less of them for this. They had their own ways to remember the landscape, after all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 4:47 pm
"I haven't," admitted Toscana. She knew what a map was, sort of. She understood it to be markings made that designated the landscape features of an area. Humans used them, but she supposed some soquili did as well. She squinted at the map, trying to make sense of it.
"Are those clouds?" She stared at some squiggly lines. They looked like they formed the rough shape of clouds. If they were clouds, though... where was the horizon? She tilted her head, trying another angle. Maybe she was just looking at it from the wrong way up.
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