Turn 2: The Sage and The Mouse
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A bottle of ink, a pen, a piece of paper, and a mouse, are all about the same size. Except the pen that really depend on the size of the feather, luckily.
“Dear diary, Dandalof has been teaching me writing for the last few days,
and says this is good practice, so that’s why I’m wring this.”
The mouse lent back a bit, holding back the impulse to bite the edge of the pen while he thought of what to write next, and then continued.
“It’s been about two months, by several orders of magnitude the most wonder-
and eventful in my life.
Dandalof has taught me all sorts of things, about physics and nature, about philosophy,
about reading and writing, about civilization…
About a myriad things, all wonderful beyond what I could ever have imagined before meeting him.
He has taught me the basics of magic to, not enough to actually do anything whiteout great risk,
and we have to figure out how good flow atonement I have so horrible things doesn’t happen
when I try it, but he says it’s only a week or to before that’s done, it’d have been long ago if we
had access to the facilities of a proper lab.
He says I will probably have quite a good one, because he think the reason I know speech and
abstract thought is that some kind of flow singularity occurred at the exact time and place I was
born, the things I do or don’t know indicate this. I saw a bird get hit by lightning and survive once
and he says a flow singularity is more or les the magic equivalent.
We are mostly travelling across the plains; it’s like one HUGE meadow stretching on to the horizon
whit no trees at all!
It’s a bit scary whit all the open sky, Dandalof says it’s natural for my species to be afraid of
these kinds of wide open spaces, and when I get scared I hide in his hat.
We have made it real cozy in there, Dandalof thought that as a person I should have a proper
home, so we put a few pockets in it were I fit well, a net draped back and forth a few times to
make it easy to climb around whit almost no effort, we even put A pocket on the outside to where
it wasn’t to visible and connected it to one of the pockets inside whit a small hole I can squeeze
through, and he made part of it transparent whit magic so light could get in and I can look out
even when inside, a window he call it. And he put a magical gem in there that gives light at night
to, and I put some of the food in the pockets so I don’t have to try to find it in the backpack evry
time, and I’ll put this diary and writing equipment there when done to, so I have everything I may
ever need in there!
Now we should get going again, and it’s hard to write when bumping around on the head of a
walking sage, so I have to stop writing.
Life is as good as it can be, seya!”
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