Writs and Passages [Intellectual Lesson]

It was past time to start Aslaug’s lessons in Valhalla’s script. Of course, she’d wanted to be stone sure on the runes, marks, and all that entailed creating a written language with the few human remnants she had on paw. Enito and Paladin’s Mandrill Ime had been great help, as they were much older than any of the lemurs that had chosen to become Paladin’s or Aurielle’s companions. They had been alive during the time of the humans themselves, though neither was fond of their origin.

But they’d come away with much knowledge on the scripts that had been common from where they’d originated. There were so many intricacies. Now that the language was set, she wondered how long she should wait to send out envoys with the idea. Perhaps other packs – Cairo had mentioned a pillar in the Armada with marks like writing – had their own script. It would be good to identify them.

She shook her head away from the thoughts and sang for her cousin. The tone stated it was both casual, and requirement; a lesson she was sure Aslaug would be delighted to attend. It was open ended as well, and she wondered if Coran and Aoife might sit in, though she’d already been extensively teaching her children the script as a whole.

She retreated to wait in the mouth of the cave, ears perked to catch the tread of paws on the cold ground.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think