Looking down at the small hand touching his own, September has to pause. His eyes are prickling and he has no idea why.
"It is... overwhelming. My people do not..." here, he trails off as the words actually sink in, now. A link between emotion and intellect suggested by a young boy... a young boy... a link.
It hits him in a huge rush of concepts and his eyes widen.
"You must excuse me," he says almost shakily, and reaches into his pocket, producing the same pen and small notebook that people have seen him using ever since he came here. Flipping to a fresh page, he starts to scribble down glyphs in a manner that might almost be considered feverish if one looks at it sideways....
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"It is... overwhelming. My people do not..." here, he trails off as the words actually sink in, now. A link between emotion and intellect suggested by a young boy... a young boy... a link.
It hits him in a huge rush of concepts and his eyes widen.
"You must excuse me," he says almost shakily, and reaches into his pocket, producing the same pen and small notebook that people have seen him using ever since he came here. Flipping to a fresh page, he starts to scribble down glyphs in a manner that might almost be considered feverish if one looks at it sideways....