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The boy was wearing a long-sleeved, buttoned shirt under a brown vest.
Some of the machines were particularly interesting. The cultivator's mechanisms were remarkably close to the one her father had made.
"You can practice on me. Ms. DeTauwr said we won't be starting the official class until third term, but I'd like to learn." Kem said.
"I mean, if you really want to. I'm not a teacher like Silfiya."
"I think you'll do fine."
Sray started with the script, the letters and sounds before moving on to the concepts each letter is based on.
Kem was eager and had little qualms about sounding ridiculous as she tried to learn and speak. Putting words in the right order so they made sense seemed to be the hardest part for Kem.
Kem would ask what things were in Getie'an. Pointing out an object or asking for a specific word. Her vocabulary was small, but growing.
Kem would try to take notes in the script, even if she didn't have the Getie'an words, just to practice and remember the sounds each letter made.
"If you're so comfortable here, Voo, why do you hide your markings?" Kallon asked.
"Because-" she stopped. There were several reasons, but the real one she was a little ashamed of. After all he had been through, Kallon deserved the truth.
"Because what, Voo."
She closed her eyes. "Because it's easier. I'm more at ease when people aren't giving me a second look," she opened her eyes to see his disappointed frown. "I'm too aware of what other people think when they first see me that way. I'm not ashamed, but I-it's easier. With all that I've gone through to get here, it's easier. There are some people I will allow it. Kem, Silfiya, the other girls in my year, and a few more, but for the most part I keep that human mask in place."
"They all know, they should just get over it. They're never going to accept us if we keep pretending we're one of them, Sray."
"It's hard when you're the only one, Kallon. It would be easier if it weren't just me."
"You would walk around here, looking klamon, if I did it, too?"
She nearly choked, "what?"
"You and me both, no hiding our markings and let these Meim learn to deal with it."
"So you're going to Kamenlohn. Why Kamenlohn? Why isn't the government in Myurnvin or somewhere else in Ela'yas handling this?"
"It's complicated, Tos."
"Some of these craft schools are connected, aren't they?"
Sray wasn't sure what to say to that. It was a very precarious edge to walk. "Their governing body is in Kamenlohn. For these people to feel the full consequences of what they did to Kallon, we have to go there."
"Is it safe for you to go back?" That was his concern.
"Yes, it will be fine. I'm not going alone, we will be traveling with a whole group. I trust them."
"Is one of them Kith Serrith?"
"Where did you hear that name?"
The boy was wearing a long-sleeved, buttoned shirt under a brown vest.
Some of the machines were particularly interesting. The cultivator's mechanisms were remarkably close to the one her father had made.
"You can practice on me. Ms. DeTauwr said we won't be starting the official class until third term, but I'd like to learn." Kem said.
"I mean, if you really want to. I'm not a teacher like Silfiya."
"I think you'll do fine."
Sray started with the script, the letters and sounds before moving on to the concepts each letter is based on.
Kem was eager and had little qualms about sounding ridiculous as she tried to learn and speak. Putting words in the right order so they made sense seemed to be the hardest part for Kem.
Kem would ask what things were in Getie'an. Pointing out an object or asking for a specific word. Her vocabulary was small, but growing.
Kem would try to take notes in the script, even if she didn't have the Getie'an words, just to practice and remember the sounds each letter made.
"If you're so comfortable here, Voo, why do you hide your markings?" Kallon asked.
"Because-" she stopped. There were several reasons, but the real one she was a little ashamed of. After all he had been through, Kallon deserved the truth.
"Because what, Voo."
She closed her eyes. "Because it's easier. I'm more at ease when people aren't giving me a second look," she opened her eyes to see his disappointed frown. "I'm too aware of what other people think when they first see me that way. I'm not ashamed, but I-it's easier. With all that I've gone through to get here, it's easier. There are some people I will allow it. Kem, Silfiya, the other girls in my year, and a few more, but for the most part I keep that human mask in place."
"They all know, they should just get over it. They're never going to accept us if we keep pretending we're one of them, Sray."
"It's hard when you're the only one, Kallon. It would be easier if it weren't just me."
"You would walk around here, looking klamon, if I did it, too?"
She nearly choked, "what?"
"You and me both, no hiding our markings and let these Meim learn to deal with it."
"So you're going to Kamenlohn. Why Kamenlohn? Why isn't the government in Myurnvin or somewhere else in Ela'yas handling this?"
"It's complicated, Tos."
"Some of these craft schools are connected, aren't they?"
Sray wasn't sure what to say to that. It was a very precarious edge to walk. "Their governing body is in Kamenlohn. For these people to feel the full consequences of what they did to Kallon, we have to go there."
"Is it safe for you to go back?" That was his concern.
"Yes, it will be fine. I'm not going alone, we will be traveling with a whole group. I trust them."
"Is one of them Kith Serrith?"
"Where did you hear that name?"
