Moonlit Fjord
10-30-2021, 08:37 AM
Rose waved her tail as she listened, her head nearly spinning with the new knowledge. Teas, herb steeping, smoking meat, the delectable scents swirling around them right now, the lemur friend, herbal remedies...all of this could stand to improve the lives of creatures everywhere! She simply had to become good at cooking and then share it amongst other animals she met as she traveled. She felt very excited as she decided this. Life had a purpose again.
Coming out of her thoughts, she stood as tall as she could. "Teach me everything you know, please." She asked eagerly. "I want to learn it all." She panted happily, eyes sparkling and tail wagging gently, raised like a flag behind her, one front paw twitching. "Do you know how to write too, by any chance? Like, books?" She tilted her head hopefully. "I have seen books and they seem like useful things to have around, especially when one struggles with one's memory." She winced slightly. " But i don't know how to make one to keep things i learn in to remember." She hoped the white wolf had seen books at least, she knew some wolves skulked old places where there were strange things to be found. It's where she had found the books. She couldn't read what was noted in them, but she had found scratch marks where whatever had made them had counted things, and had given her the idea of having a book to keep her ideas and notes in. She just didn't know how to make them.
"Speech"
Coming out of her thoughts, she stood as tall as she could. "Teach me everything you know, please." She asked eagerly. "I want to learn it all." She panted happily, eyes sparkling and tail wagging gently, raised like a flag behind her, one front paw twitching. "Do you know how to write too, by any chance? Like, books?" She tilted her head hopefully. "I have seen books and they seem like useful things to have around, especially when one struggles with one's memory." She winced slightly. " But i don't know how to make one to keep things i learn in to remember." She hoped the white wolf had seen books at least, she knew some wolves skulked old places where there were strange things to be found. It's where she had found the books. She couldn't read what was noted in them, but she had found scratch marks where whatever had made them had counted things, and had given her the idea of having a book to keep her ideas and notes in. She just didn't know how to make them.