thehometree | Nightmare 2 || Amber post or Action

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[ Pitch is, well, lounging. There's really no other word for it, and he just so happens to look like someone lounging half-under a warm kotatsu...only it's a bed. That's right you're looking at what appears to be fully grown man lounging underneath somebody's bed while he's making an amber post. ]

Do you know that everyone can see these? Doesn't matter where they are, if they check their magic looking glass, they can all see and hear me.

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[ And in case you were worried about it, yes that is an awfully familiar looking bed. Checking on your particular bed would reveal a certain Boogeyman lounging underneath, with his wings neatly folded along his back almost like an extra bit of cape with gold at the edges and fluffy bits between his shoulders. Do you sleep somewhere other than a bed? Well, no big deal. Pitch is just making use of this bed (like a creeper) for the moment. Hey, at least he's not in your space? ]

((OOC; Don't worry about a 'catch up' log, or any kind logging. I'm slower than frozen sap in Winter for tagging, but the plot lasts more than a week, so only worry about having fun, not being plot relevant, elsewise tag your comments amber or action please? Just so I can keep it all straight in my head ;'D ))

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[Kit had been in the main part of the little house arranging some feathers by size to be made into quills, and maybe setting a few of the more colorful ones aside for herself, when she hears someone talking from her room.]

Hmm?

[Puts down the feathers to go and investigate. She doesn't see anyone at first, but when she realized that the voice was coming from under the bed. She crouches down to look underneath and sees a familiar someone.]

Pitch? How'd you get under my bed?

[Kit isn't angry, just confused. And curious. But the question implies more than just curiosity as to how he got into the house without her noticing.

Normally, the space under Kit's bed would be a very tight squeeze for someone Pitch's size. But while the space hasn't gotten any bigger, and Pitch certainly hasn't gotten any smaller- a good thing too, since no resident of the Tree, including Pitch, has the size to spare-, somehow, Pitch fits underneath quite comfortably, with a little room to spare.]

[ Because it is dark under here, and most of Pitch disappears off into the gloom. ]

Because there is almost always a shadow to make use of under here. And many children worry about what's lurking under the bed.~

[Well, Kit supposes that makes sense. As much as anything about Pitch does anyway.]

Huh... wonder why? Never been much of anything under my bed, except for some dust. Or maybe a lost stocking or glove.

[Things under the bed had never been part of Thunderan children's lore, unfortunately for Pitch. Not to mention that here in the Tree's the first time in awhile she's had a proper bed for things to be under, unless one counts the bunk the kittens share in the Thundertank.]

I was thinking of putting the feathers I picked out under there for later though. So you might have to move then.

[ It's a little eerie how such a tall man moves so quickly and gracefully at the same time, He's standing beside Kit mouth turned down in a look that's part boredom, and part annoyance that Kit didn't seem the least bit phased by the idea of what (or in this case who) might be lurking under the bed. ]

Feathers? Have you been after the songbirds as snacks?

[ Not that Pitch cared that much for songbirds, mind, but if Kit managed all by herself that would be impressive. ]

[It takes more than existing in a creepy fashion to ruffle Kit's fur. The suddenness of Pitch's movement does startle her, but it passes quickly as she stands up to talk to him.]

No. Orcelito's been collecting feathers to make quills, and I've been helping; I was actually just sorting them when I heard you in here. I like to pick out some of the more colorful ones so we can use them to make other things later, if we want.

[ And this is where Kit gets to see yet another side of Pitch Black; as charmed as a little boy given his first pen and paper. ]

Quills, you say. I don't suppose you would do any writing?

[Kit brightens as well, realizing that she's caught his interest.]

I'd like to! But... I kinda don't know how. That's part of why I'm helping Orcelito; I'm hoping he'll teach me.

We need to make sure we have enough supplies though, first; making paper is hard work, and we can't use it all up just for me to practice on.

[ Pitch looks positively scandalized. ]

You do not know how to write at all?!

[ Here he was thinkin there was some weird language for cat people, but if this sort of travesty resulted in lost potential, heads would roll. ]

[Kit shakes her head.]

Mama and Papa were going to teach us reading and writing and things, but... stuff happened and they couldn't.

[She doesn't go into details, since she remembers how talk of parents offended him last time. But she also doesn't want him to think it was something that was deliberately neglected.]

And since then we've usually been too busy worrying about where our next meal is coming from or trying to stop Mumm-Ra for there to really be time for lessons.

But now that there is time, I really want to learn.

Indeed. Everyone should know the basic magic of reading and writing.

[ Pitch looked down in thought. The floor was wood as it was part of the tree but maybe moving Kit's bed over? At any rate, a clean-swept bit of wood and the charcoal from a mostly-burnt stick or a piece of naturally occurring chalk or some thing ant you;re good to go. ]

Here. If you are able to find slate get it. Chalk deposits are easily found. Find a place where you can create charcoal. I know of none, and have no paper.But, when this area is filled, place your bed over it. This Orcelito will undoubtedly have paper for you to better practice. See him as soon as possible.

[ With that Pitch knelt on the floor. Frowning in concentration, he managed to pull together enough Black Sand to make a single skeletal looking quill. And in very small, very sharply lined script wrote out "Kit is learning to write" ]

Alright. Your turn.

[ Yes, Pitch is absolutely holding that skeletal quill out to Kit. ]

[Kit nods.]

Yeah, chalk and slates are what kids learn on at first at home. I don't think paper is so hard to make there, but it is expensive enough that you can't really waste it.

And I have a few charcoal sticks. But once they're gone, I don't know if I'll be able to get any more. There was a fire that somebody made, and Orcelito was getting charcoal from there to thicken the ink with. But when nobody solved the one riddle, the fire turned into a big, fat firefly and nobody's been able to relight the actual fire since.

[Kit listens to his instructions, then just... stares as he creates a quill out of sand. Black sand. She'd heard that black sand existed in certain distant locations, but she'd never seen it before, never mind seen someone make a quill out of it.

She watches him write something, then offer her the quill. She takes it carefully- its made of sand, after all, and might be fragile- and kneels down to carefully copy what Pitch wrote. The result isn't nearly so neat as the original, but at least it's recognizable.]

How's that?

[ This particular Black Sand was a bit stronger than it might initially look. It was made from...well...from things that shall remain nameless right now, but even if it looked like some bizarre skeletal version of a quill, all it needed was a little soap, water, and a rag and the marks would come right up. It still felt as rough as sandpaper, and as hard as sandstone.

Pitch nodded at the copied line and beneath Kit's copied line he started writing, in print this time, the alphabet. When he was finished with that, Pitch wrote the entire alphabet again , this time in script. ]

There. Do you know the sound that correlates to each letter?

[ That's right. The Boogeyman is absolutely teaching Wiley-Kit how to read and write. How else is she going to become a famous writer that spreads belief in said Boogeyman far and wide. ]

[Kit watches as Pitch does a bit more writing. Either that's the longest word ever, or it's not a word, just letters. Given what Pitch says next, it seems to be the latter.]

I think so. Orcelito showed me the alphabet before, but not much else yet. I know what the letters are called at least.

[Kit names each letter as she points it out, going down the line, and allows Pitch to go on with the lesson where he will from there.

And she'll be glad to write about you when she learns, Pitch. Long as you don't mind that it's more about how cool you are than how scary.]

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