A Stitch In Time

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark
WHERE: Central Temba
WHAT: A new arrival learning the world
WHEN: Early May (pre-event)
WARNINGS: None

1. Flocks Are Friends

Animals were not exactly the thing that Lark cared the most for. Not that she did not know how to handle some beasts. But exploration must in a new place, to understand how things worked here. And walking was a good thing for fitness. What she hadn't expected was the glowing pony-sheep with wool.

"Shhhh, come here," she cooed to one of the creatures, reaching out for one. Her fingers came away with loose bits of wool, for they leapt to her hand, clinging as if she was staticly charged. "You're so beautiful. I promise I will only use your wool for the finest threads and cloths."

Hand pulled back she pulled one hand in a pinching motion through the air above the other, and the stray wool leapt across the empty air, forming into a thick clump. The woman smiled at that and reached for the wooly creatures again.

"Does your wool remain glowing when it's free of you for a while? I wonder."

2. Grass is Greener

The greenhouse. In a way it's like being home, if only because it reminded her of Rosethorn's. Granted she also knew that wandering around too much in that space could get a rather sharp lecture from the other Dedicate. Still, the space is lovely, and Lark finds herself walking slowly through it in her green temple robes. The plants felt so... still. So quiet. Strange how she had grown used to watching plants catching deliberately at robes and skin because they were eager to touch Rosethorn. Then again, she understood that sentiment quite well.

"What a lovely space," she muses as she walks calmly through the paths. "I've never seen such a large hotbox. What a wonder."

Even Rosethorn's garden was not this large. No had Crane's greenhouse been so extensive

"Where did they get all of this glass?"

3. What Is This Technology?

Yes, she's spent quite a bit of time wandering around this place, trying to find answers and things she was comfortable with. When she returned to sit by the fountain, she pulled out the device she had been given from the leather pouch at her belt.

That left her frowning. IT was a piece of something, glass perhaps, with pictures on it. But what was it supposed to do? Lark touched a button and frowned, and it brought up something like a book, with a lot of text tied to pictures of plants.

"Oh dear, this is powerful magic."

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[wearingthestars]

It's a longer name than Billy's used to, and he wonders if he should be using the full title. "Dedicate Initiate Lark," he repeats, "Good to meet you."

As to the communicator he tentatively offers the word choice of- "Technology?"

He smiles, and takes his out so she can follow along on her own. "Don't worry, it's not that complicated once you understand the basics. Um- so everyone's given a communicator when they come in. It's got all kinds of information on it, and we can use it to speak to each other, like this, see?"

He slowly pushes a few buttons to find Lark's name and send her device a short text to pop up on her screen.

Hi. :)

[stitch_witch]

"You may call me Lark," she offers with a smile, realizing that perhaps her full title and name would matter less here. No one would understand the full meaning of her titles.

All things are technology at one point or another, young Billy. But she resists making smart remarks. There is no value to keeping a sharp tongue in her head.

She does look over at his little device, watching carefully.

"It's like messenger birds, but not feathered," she observed. When her device beeped she was good enough to not drop it, and looks at it in interest. "It is quick. Is it capable of such speeds if we are not together? And what is this part?"

She touches the smiling face. It does not make sense to her.

[wearingthestars]

"Yeah, just as quick. And you can talk in the messages too, you don't have to write. So people can hear your voice, or see you, depending on what you might want to say."

He flushes a little then, and turns his screen sideways. "Oh, um, it's a little smiley face, see? Those are the eyes, and that's a mouth."

[stitch_witch]

Don't have to write. There is a worrying thing. To not have mastery over word and writing can absolutely be a hindrance to growth of young people. Though she supposed that was going to be less of an issue here.

"Ah, like street cant. A language that is spoken and understood among those that use it. Short-hand. Yes, that is very good."

[wearingthestars]

"Yeah," Billy agrees after hearing her explanation. "So...if you need help, or have questions, you can post messages or videos and people will be able to talk to you. Oh, and if you want it to be private between you and someone else, you just do this- otherwise anyone else can see," he warns, showing her what to do.

[stitch_witch]

"Private?" she asks. How intriguing. How did one manage that? Anyone could intercept a bird, after all. Or a courier.

"What amazing magic," she said, clearly in awe. "I shall have many questions. What are all these other pictures for? The language seems... less than fluent."

[wearingthestars]

"Mmhmm, no one but the people you include can see it. Theoretically. The people with the communications data point might be able to I guess? I don't really know how that one works..." He was rambling. And none of that was relevant to Lark.

Billy flushed apologetically.

"Oh, um- yeah, the Agrii aren't so good at speaking our language. They're the ones that brought us here. So they used a lot of icons and stuff. This one shows you the different animals, and this one shows you the plants," he began listing off the different meanings.

[stitch_witch]

"Communications data point?" No young man, please go back and explain that concept. She would like to understand this term. She knew the words separately, but she didn't know how they went together at all.

"Plants and animals seems a good choice."