《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 54-55
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Day 54
The sprite woke up this morning. She seemed to have a broken understanding of the language making it difficult, though not impossible, to converse. Before trying to get a solid understanding from her Tiddol, Mest, and I decided to try to teach the language to her as well as possible.
It went well, as in she willing tried to learn, however, she didn’t make much progress. It’s funny, the language barrier seems to be the biggest problem in overcoming the language barrier. It’s more than a little frustrating, but we did manage to make solid progress be the end of the day.
I just realized that I haven't described what she looks like yet, or what I look like for that matter, so here I will describe both of us. She is tall, a good two heads taller than me, her hair is a vibrant yellow while mine is green, her hair goes halfway down her back while mine rests on my shoulders, her skin was tan while mine is pale. The biggest difference, however, is two lumps on her chest that I don’t have. I remember something similar on my mother, but I have no idea what they are or why they are, so naturally, I asked.
I learned that they are called breasts and they grow when a woman reaches maturity. So eventually I'll grow a pair as well. I also asked Tiddol why she didn’t have any, and she seemed pretty insulted for some reason, apparently, hers are just small.
It took me a while to figure out why she had the body of a mature woman despite the fact that she was just born. Eventually, I just asked Mest. Apparently, when a sprite is born from a tree she might need to protect the tree very quickly, and a younger body wouldn’t be very helpful for that. While a sprite born the way most other creatures are born doesn’t have that as a concern and is free to gradually develop.
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Other than that I worked on the puzzle cube for a bit. I didn’t make any progress through. I also saw Par testing out his sword against Thes, I won’t provide commentary on it because I have no idea what was happening but it looked like they enjoyed themselves.
It’s getting late so I should go to bed now. Goodnight diary.
Day 55
I spent most of the day teaching the new sprite language. She is improving faster, but still nowhere near literate.
We still need to think of a name for her. We’ve thrown around a couple names but nothing feels right.
During the parts of the day that I wasn’t teaching language I was working on the puzzle cube. I think I figured out the first step, but passed that I’m hopelessly lost.
Thes and Par sparred again today. Which is no surprise as they spar all the time. Par seems to be getting better, or at least I think he is. I’m pretty sure getting hit less is a good thing.
I had fun today. There is something oddly satisfying about teaching someone something you know well. Watching the new sprite improve fills me with a sense of pride, I hope she quickly gets to the point where it is easy to converse with her.
The young sprite crawled into bed with me to sleep. She might be physically mature, but she still acts like a very young child, because she is a young child. She seems comforted by me, I’m not sure why, but I guess it’s a good thing.
Goodnight Diary
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