Thread Closed
Purple. Sweet. Floral.
Component lavender. Herb. Anise (potent painful). Possible cinnamon.
Oil base. Source unknown. Possible lubricant. Grease.
Full deconstruct impossible. Will continue.
Name copy, flier. Attach.
Match sample scent. Aether aspect match. Void. Infuse.
Name: Peld Dornier. Releative Odile. Prior know. Current unable trust.
Nihka stared at the paper, reviewing what she’d written down. This was the third sheet, but she’d finally gotten it right, or at lease close enough. Close enough that hopefully people reading it would understand the intent. She took a breath, let out a slow sigh, and dipped the pen in the ink to resume carefully scratching out her notes.
Mathematical notation caused her no problems; she could draw up arcanima schema and write out complex alchemical formulae with ease. What she had trouble with was the organic construction of plain speech sentences. The only way to achieve a result approaching readable was to take it literally a single word at a time, studying what she had written before every single time she set her pen to paper. Otherwise, she would end up with a jumble of words that resembled her speech.
Wood Wailer. Addict. Several.
Possible meet. An progress check need.
Authorize Fane. Arrest. Not leave. Hearer Summerfield(?)
Situation delicate. Numerous addict. Avoid riot.
Entrench. Army possible.
She sighed, and lowered her head into her hands, closing her eyes and gripping her hair. It was like living in a cage.
Five cycles since the injury that robbed her of speech, she had made amazing strides in her recovery. She’d learned to read and write, and that had helped her to piece back together the order words belonged in. She started telling stories again, though they were a sad shadow of what had once been her life. Discovering she could still sing had been one of the happiest days in recent history. But she couldn’t just sing all the time. Once the music ended she was right back in her cage. She relied heavily on other people to speak for her, when she simply could not muster the words to say what needed said.
Sehki was playing nearby, making a mountain out of the plushie collection she was amassing. The Ahriman of Lies (a copy of the Ahriman of Truth), a chocobo, a mandragora (albeit, Nihka often stole that one for herself).  There were a few birds, a couple foxes, and several little dolls. Nihka lifted her head from her hands enough to watch her child play, and smiled weakly. When it was just her, she could make do with getting by. But Nihka didn’t want Sehki to grow up in a world where monsters stalked the shadows. It wasn’t enough to just survive, anymore. She picked up the pen and continued to write.
Individual peddle void toxin
Pair thief plan with stone cure
Elemental revenge risk woodsin
Stone locate from Amdapor from Fool
Talk scout Toto-rak, seem source, prisoner from all, theory
Talk scout Amdapor. Dislike.
Her chest ached. Sehki was eating more and more solid food, which meant less and less milk, but she hadn’t slowed down production at all. She rubbed, trying to massage the soreness away. It helped a little. All of these things: Anstarra could have said in a few minutes what had taken her bells to write. It was disheartening, but she couldn’t give up now.
Suggestion:
Scout prison. Not inside. Prepare potion. Supply. Heal. Ether. Light aspect.
Search record. Contact Wailers. Request record Toto-rak.
Contact Fane. Legal channel. Attempt license revoke. Merchant. Provide report. Alchemic study.
Helena. Arrange meet. Attempt meet Peld. Possible. Use Odile. Double agent. Careful.
Select deputy. Not all. Careful. Avoid spread word. Only trust careful. Use well.
No action. Lady. Blood. Scout. Find information. Quiet long. Too.
History Amdapor. Book store. Search map. Ask contact Limsa check library.
She paused for a moment, frowned, then scratched out another note.
Hire babysitter.
Component lavender. Herb. Anise (potent painful). Possible cinnamon.
Oil base. Source unknown. Possible lubricant. Grease.
Full deconstruct impossible. Will continue.
Name copy, flier. Attach.
Match sample scent. Aether aspect match. Void. Infuse.
Name: Peld Dornier. Releative Odile. Prior know. Current unable trust.
Nihka stared at the paper, reviewing what she’d written down. This was the third sheet, but she’d finally gotten it right, or at lease close enough. Close enough that hopefully people reading it would understand the intent. She took a breath, let out a slow sigh, and dipped the pen in the ink to resume carefully scratching out her notes.
Mathematical notation caused her no problems; she could draw up arcanima schema and write out complex alchemical formulae with ease. What she had trouble with was the organic construction of plain speech sentences. The only way to achieve a result approaching readable was to take it literally a single word at a time, studying what she had written before every single time she set her pen to paper. Otherwise, she would end up with a jumble of words that resembled her speech.
Wood Wailer. Addict. Several.
Possible meet. An progress check need.
Authorize Fane. Arrest. Not leave. Hearer Summerfield(?)
Situation delicate. Numerous addict. Avoid riot.
Entrench. Army possible.
She sighed, and lowered her head into her hands, closing her eyes and gripping her hair. It was like living in a cage.
Five cycles since the injury that robbed her of speech, she had made amazing strides in her recovery. She’d learned to read and write, and that had helped her to piece back together the order words belonged in. She started telling stories again, though they were a sad shadow of what had once been her life. Discovering she could still sing had been one of the happiest days in recent history. But she couldn’t just sing all the time. Once the music ended she was right back in her cage. She relied heavily on other people to speak for her, when she simply could not muster the words to say what needed said.
Sehki was playing nearby, making a mountain out of the plushie collection she was amassing. The Ahriman of Lies (a copy of the Ahriman of Truth), a chocobo, a mandragora (albeit, Nihka often stole that one for herself).  There were a few birds, a couple foxes, and several little dolls. Nihka lifted her head from her hands enough to watch her child play, and smiled weakly. When it was just her, she could make do with getting by. But Nihka didn’t want Sehki to grow up in a world where monsters stalked the shadows. It wasn’t enough to just survive, anymore. She picked up the pen and continued to write.
Individual peddle void toxin
Pair thief plan with stone cure
Elemental revenge risk woodsin
Stone locate from Amdapor from Fool
Talk scout Toto-rak, seem source, prisoner from all, theory
Talk scout Amdapor. Dislike.
Her chest ached. Sehki was eating more and more solid food, which meant less and less milk, but she hadn’t slowed down production at all. She rubbed, trying to massage the soreness away. It helped a little. All of these things: Anstarra could have said in a few minutes what had taken her bells to write. It was disheartening, but she couldn’t give up now.
Suggestion:
Scout prison. Not inside. Prepare potion. Supply. Heal. Ether. Light aspect.
Search record. Contact Wailers. Request record Toto-rak.
Contact Fane. Legal channel. Attempt license revoke. Merchant. Provide report. Alchemic study.
Helena. Arrange meet. Attempt meet Peld. Possible. Use Odile. Double agent. Careful.
Select deputy. Not all. Careful. Avoid spread word. Only trust careful. Use well.
No action. Lady. Blood. Scout. Find information. Quiet long. Too.
History Amdapor. Book store. Search map. Ask contact Limsa check library.
She paused for a moment, frowned, then scratched out another note.
Hire babysitter.