Nightmare 2 || Amber post or Action

[isolophobia]

amber;

[ 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.

action;

[ 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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[alley_kit]

[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.

[isolophobia]

[ 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. ]

[alley_kit]

[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.

[isolophobia]

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. ]

[alley_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?

[isolophobia]

[ 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. ]

[alley_kit]

[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.]