001, written

[keyandstar]

[ After having gotten over the shock of... Well, everything, and after having herself a good cry, Lirael examined the journal she'd found next to her neatly folded clothes.

It seemed like it had to be magical, and yet she could feel nothing from it. Was it dangerous? It didn't seem like it. Just strange.

Hence, after having read a few entries and come to the conclusion that this had to be some kind of communication device, she tentatively wrote: ]

Is this Ancelstierre?

Comments

[action]

[keyandstar]

You can usually do that?

[action]

[idealism]

....No! I meant uh-- In general.

[He knows it's obvious, so he changes the subject.]

You don't have gods where you come from?

[action]

[keyandstar]

[ ... yeah, pretty obvious. ]

We have the Charter.

[action]

[idealism]

What's that?

[action]

[keyandstar]

It's... a sort of magic.

[action]

[idealism]

I don't have anything called that at home. What kind of magic do they do?

[action]

[keyandstar]

Almost anything, if you know what marks to use.

[action]

[idealism]

....Are marks like spells? Or wards?

[action]

[keyandstar]

Yes, sort of. Different marks mean different things, and sometimes you have to combine them.

[ She holds her hair away from her face and points at the mark on her forehead. ]

That's a Charter Mark.

[action]

[idealism]

[His eyes widens. Tsuzuki is familiar with writing spells down, but he would never write them on a person. That's dangerous territory.]

What does it do?

[action]

[keyandstar]

It connects me to the Charter.

[action]

[idealism]

....

Does it hurt?

[action]

[keyandstar]

No, I don't really think about it most of the time. And feeling the Charter, when you do... it feels good, most of the time.