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[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

[removeimpurity]

I would imagine so.

Though I've no experience with any other world than my own, so I cannot say for certain.

[There are a few spots from where Syre is lightly tapping her pen against the journal, before:]

I am not keeping you from anything, am I? We have been exchanging words for quite some time.

[keyandstar]

Oh, I suppose we have. You're not keeping me from anything, really, but I'm sure you have better things to be doing than writing to me.

[ Did someone say low self esteem? ]

[removeimpurity]

I don't, really. I just wanted to be sure that I wasn't keeping you from anything!

But, writing can only do so much. How about this - we can meet up when you're settled into the village, and perhaps have a cup of tea. Does that sound alright to you?

[keyandstar]

That sounds like a fine idea.