HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[paradisamods]

All that clamor from the lion dance prancing down the halls should be enough to draw attention to the party, even without actual invitations. If not the noise, then perhaps the delicious smell wafting under every door and leading back to the ballroom.

The castle is vain, if nothing else. It has decorated the ballroom in the deepest red and brightest gold with auspicious greetings in the common language tastefully posted about the hall. May your happiness be without end, one says, while another goes May all your wishes be fulfilled. Small order, all things considered.

Round dining tables (with the turning glass part) are set up in the middle of the hall, each with about ten chairs and piles of food fit for a whole village. There are two more lion dance teams hopping about the hall and making a racket while occasionally nabbing that dumpling straight from your chopsticks. That should the least of your concerns, however, with many residents still aiming to settle their grudges before the new year.

Watch your back.

[ ooc; IC mingle log for Lunar New Year plot, feel free to make your own threads! ]

Comments

[hellofist]

[She made you smile though, so she wins.]

One night... won't change anything.

[eaglet]

One night may turn into many. If you practice every day, you will improve -- but you must begin somewhere.

[hellofist]

[It's only because they're as close as they are, because she knows he'll keep this to himself, that Cass even bothers trying to explain.]

It's... more than that, Connor. My brain is weird, from my training. Didn't learn right. Doesn't... work the right way.

[eaglet]

[He frowns lightly, not quite getting it. Brain development is a bit beyond his understanding, but he figures she knows how she learns better than anyone, so he's not about to argue. Instead, he glances up at the wall again, thoughts churning.]

Perhaps... there is still a way we can teach you. How is it that you learned to speak?

[hellofist]

There are men, in my world... who can read minds. Met one, once. He couldn't... make sense, of what was in my head. So he changed it.

[It's something she'd never give someone else the chance to try to fix, too, so that option is just out completely even if there were people here to give it a shot.]

He gave me... all the words. It's making them fit, make sense, that's hard.

[eaglet]

[That isn't quite something Connor understands either, men who can read minds. Is that not what Cass herself does? Though he supposes it's different, she reads bodies... still, the implication is clear; it was done without her permission and consent. He took her freedom from her and moulded her to fit how he wanted and how he thought she ought to be.

Perhaps Templars do exist in other worlds after all.

He frowns, looking to the side.] Perhaps we are trying to teach you incorrectly, then. If your native language is that of movement, it may be easier to read words as movement; as they are being written.

[hellofist]

Like- I watch you write?

[She reaches out to grab his arm, excited and needing something to hold on to. Why hadn't anyone thought of that before? Throwing books at her obviously didn't work, but no one had thought to try something different.

No one had ever thought to adapt to her, not force her to adapt to what was the norm.]

[eaglet]

[He smiles a little, nodding. He's not entirely sure it's going to work, but it's worth a shot.]

Yes -- though I think perhaps you will need to memorize words instead of being able to sound them out.

[Since it's easy to show her what the word for 'apple' looks like, but more abstract concepts like letters might be impossible...]

It will be different than how most people read, but I think if you are able to mimic my writing as well, you will also be able to write some.

[hellofist]

That's really smart, Connor.

[She just has to get that out there, to be sure he knows how impressive she finds this idea.]

This might... actually work, for me.

[eaglet]

[WELL, he doesn't think it's that smart... he shrugs a little sheepishly, glancing to the side.]

As I said, I do not know if it will work. But it is worth the try.

[hellofist]

Will probably work better... than anything else I've tried.

[Take the compliment Connor you take it.]

[eaglet]

[No you can't make him!!!!]

Perhaps. We will now know until we try.

[hellofist]

[Are you sure.]

Have never really... felt excited, for reading lessons. Am now, though. When can we try?

*not know............... tagging while half asleep, good idea me

[eaglet]

[No...]

Very soon, I hope. I will let you know.

[Which then winds up being much later than 'soon' because he gets distracted by grandpa drama, but... you know. The intention is there.]