Library, Wednesday [ 09/19 ]

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

There are seven ways for a foot to touch the ground, each with its own particular power. As she came into the library today, to open it up, to stay, to be expected to do nothing more than curl up and point others in the right direction when she herself was pointed so awkwardly, Adah was thinking about spreading ashes and how she used to watch things like that, if the dancer was interesting enough, but it hadn't done her much good in the long run. Still, she was thinking maybe she should start watching again.

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Re: Fifth Period -- 09/19

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

If Adah was any good? The E Ive! would have never known. "I almost regret mentioning it now."

Re: Fifth Period -- 09/19

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"You're terrible!" Evie exclaimed, then looked abashed, and whispered, "Just terrible!" She shook her head, and giggled once more before shaking her head, and writing down, "I leave you to the books that speak in their language, and the silence that speaks in its language, and to people more observant than I, who do not trip over their own feet or tongue or fail to wonder why their conversational partner is not conversing. And shall probably see you sometime later this week. And possibly even speak with you then, again."

Re: Fifth Period -- 09/19

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Yes, Adah was terrible. And it only encouraged her when people came around to recognizing it.

"'Speak'," she wrote, smirking slightly, "in a figurative sense of the word, at any rate."

Re: Fifth Period -- 09/19

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie stuck her tongue out at her, then wrote: Speak. Communicate. Elocution: from the Latin, locu; speak, say, word. Greek: Mythos. Logos. Arabic: Khitab (speech, formal; or correspondence). Kalima: speech (informal, to a smaller audience; or word). Evie pointed to them, writing the Latin, Greek, and Arabic words in their alphabets underneath them. It's all in how you say it. She wrinkled her nose at Adah, smiled brightly, then waved good-bye, walking backwards toward the door, and *almost* tripping.