The Written Word

[quiet_librarian]

A tall, and dignified woman dressed in Victorian gowns sits quietly at one of the Plaza tables, with a few sheets of parchment scattered out on the table before her.

She paused for a moment, uncertain about the words she wants to write.

Glancing around her surroundings, she takes a moment to compose her thoughts. "It can be difficult to be separated by someone close to you. How do you keep a connection, when more than just distance separates you?"

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[poetwarrior]

Faris tilts his head to the side slightly. "Does this also impact your relationship with your intended lifemate?"

[quiet_librarian]

"He accepts my abilities, just as he accepts me. He has never expressed any concern."

[poetwarrior]

That hadn't been what he meant at all, and he turns another puzzled look on her. "Such things are considered concerning by others?"

[quiet_librarian]

"They are." Dru answers softly. "There are some humans who are suspicious of others who have abilities that they themselves do not possess."

[poetwarrior]

"Such a trait is sadly not unique to humans. My sympathies."

[quiet_librarian]

"No. It is more common for humans to have no special abilities at all."

[poetwarrior]

"I meant the suspicion of others unlike oneself," Faris clarifies. "Though I would also point out that there are abilities common to humans that you may not see as special, but would qualify from another species' reference point. For example, the linguistic range of humans, in terms of pitch and variety of sounds able to be created, is far wider than that of my people. Human endurance is also higher than many known species, allowing far greater stretches of physical activity without excessive tiring."

[quiet_librarian]

"That is a very valid point. Especially since we are now building relationships with aliens." Dru appreciates his counsel.

[poetwarrior]

Faris can't smile like humans do, but he makes an attempt to move the corners of his mouth in a similar way, flicking his tail from side to side. "Such matters of perspective may not be apparent, though they are valuable tools to be practiced, much as physical skills must be practiced to be effective."

[quiet_librarian]

"I have started learning a few new languages. I love the written word so much. I want to read books from different cultures."

"Expand my love for the written word."

[poetwarrior]

"Written only?" Faris questions, tilting his head.

[quiet_librarian]

"No. I love stories of any kind. Written. Verbal."

[poetwarrior]

Faris does that not-quite-smile again. "That is good. There are many tales and histories that are not written, and it would be unfortunate if one did not show an interest in them."

[quiet_librarian]

"My relationship actually started with the two of us learning about each other's cultures."

"Tyr'adn tells such wonderful stories about his people's past."

[poetwarrior]

"Indeed? Perhaps one day we must exchange stories," Faris suggests. The K'da is always up for learning more about other people, particularly when oral histories are involved.

[quiet_librarian]

"I would enjoy that incredibly."

[poetwarrior]

"As would I." The K'da gets to his feet, inclining his head politely. "If I did not have limited time to complete my own tasks, we could do so now, but my duty takes precedence over such indulgences. May your separation from your intended lifemate be free of incident."

[quiet_librarian]

"I feel we are well met. Are you able to take my contact information, so we can talk at a later time?"

[poetwarrior]

"Certainly." Faris reaches one dexterous forepaw up to his ear and unclips his PINpoint, very much like a Bluetooth headset. The text displayed on the small screen is not in English, as he's figured out how to switch it to Shontine, which he's able to read. "I do not always have access to my device, but I shall monitor it periodically."

[quiet_librarian]

"Oh. Very adaptable." Dru notes about the PINpoint design. She writes out her contact information, so he can input into his device.

"Thank you for giving me your advice."

[poetwarrior]

Rather than read her written information directly, he uses one claw to click a button, which scans it and uploads it directly into his contacts, formatted in the right language. Another series of button presses reveals his own contact number, translated into familiar numbers for her to put in her own PINpoint.

"You are most welcome. It was pleasurable to speak with you, Drusilla."

[quiet_librarian]

"And it was pleasurable to speak with you." She too uploads his PINpoint information into her contacts.