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[the_marli_tharn]

[No little guilt trips for this traumatized rabbit, thank you.]

[Instead she's busy working on a new burrow since her first one caved in with the earthquake. There's the oddest man-thing, though, that keeps appearing everytimw she trns her back.

She keeps dragging it out, but keeps finding it again, to a point of frustration. Really the castle just wants her to have her journal.]

[So have some scrabbling of nails, scratched and chewed paper, and a rabbit muttering in exasperation.]

Frith above, how does this thing keep ending up in my borrow ...

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[thatrabbitsdynamite]

That's your journal. It'll follow you if you like it or not. It lets residents speak to one another. [Like he's speaking through it right now, good job, Bunny]

[the_marli_tharn]

[She drops it and hops back with a squeak. Did this strange man-thing just talk to her? Like El-ahrairah?

No reply besides the sounds of sniffing from a cautious nose.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[...Oh right]

They're a sort of magic. Anyone in the castle can talk to each other through them.

[the_marli_tharn]

Magic?

[She sniffs more at the journal and then settles back from it, thinking for a moment.] I don't understand.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

That's right. The thing that makes you able to talk to the humans. It's all around this place.

...You can see it or touch it. It's just a thing that's here.

[heloise]

[ Sounds like someone has a pet kitten too! ]

What thing?

[silentrunning]

[Chell's confusedly sprawling on her bed, covered in ash when she catches that muttering...]

What is it?

[She asks, her voice, if possible quieter than usual.]

What have you found?

[the_marli_tharn]

[Oh goodness no, Hyzenthlay doesn't have a litter at this point! ;) ]

[And for all Bunny's explaining, she's still keeping a careful distance from the journal, twitching her ears at it warily.]

You. The man-thing that followed me into my borrow and speaks with many voices.

[the_marli_tharn]

[Oh, another familiar voice! That, at least, is a little comforting!]

El-ahrairah called it a 'journal', I believe? But how do you all fit in there?

assuming you mean 'can't'?

[the_marli_tharn]

Oh ...

[She thinks on that a moment, suddenly reminded about the river of knowledge that Vithruil had found in the burrows ar Efrafa. They had no explanation for that, couldn't really see or taste or smell it.]

I think ... Yes. I think I understand.

[heloise]

No, I did not--

The journal followed you, I am only speaking through it. I am not there.

yes I can totally type

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

There you go. Anyway, it's nothing to be afraid of, no one can hurt you through it.

[the_marli_tharn]

Why is it-- [She had almost asked 'why are you'] following me?

XD

[the_marli_tharn]

Earthquakes, journals ... this place is just full of surprises, isn't it?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

You can never be bored here.

[the_marli_tharn]

[She grows thoughtfully quiet, at that, thinking of her time in Efrafa, how the long hours between silflay really held nothing of importance, and reminded her what Bigwig had promised on the Down.]

Is this what it's like? To live?

[heloise]

Because it is yours. The castle wants you to have it.

[the_marli_tharn]

[What is ownership of things, this is an entirely new concept to her.]

What do I do with it? [Oh, she is so confused right now.]

[heloise]

You can speak to other people through it, like now. Or write in it.

[the_marli_tharn]

Write? [She thinks she's got the speaking part down, at least.]

[heloise]

Yes, if you could. [ Not everyone can write. ]

But the journal will write down whatever you say, regardless.

[the_marli_tharn]

[Oh, but most people understand the concept of writing, even if they can't themselves. Hyzenthlay has no idea what Lucrezia is talking about.]

This journal can write?

[heloise]

When you speak, it will transcribe the words onto paper.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Wow, there's a question he never thought to answer]

To never know what's coming next? Yeah, pretty much.

[hard_talker]

... What thing?