From 19355fa704483ea110738579b6353601c2480bfd Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2022 22:40:06 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/001.md | 6 +++--- 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/001.md b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/001.md index 872ec87c..b9a2b7ef 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/001.md +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/tycho/001.md @@ -60,7 +60,7 @@ It stepped forward, set the three mugs down on the table, each smelling of chamo After a pause, Tycho's shoulders slumped as he let out the tension pent up within them. "Alright, alright. Besides, it doesn't sound like there's much use in trying to hide anything from them." -Dear rolled its eyes, but sat at the table anyway. *"You could hide whatever you like from me, Dr. Brahe, I will not look. As you guess, though, the same is not true of other Odists."* +Dear rolled its eyes, but sat at the table anyway. *"You could hide whatever you like from me, Dr. Brahe, I will not look. As you guess, though, the same is not true of some of my cocladists."* One of them, perhaps Codrin, willed a cone of silence into being. @@ -104,7 +104,7 @@ With the repetition of those words, he pushed the untouched mug of tea further a The longest silence yet followed as both Dear and Codrin appeared to take this information in and he, poor, stupid Tycho Brahe, he soaked in his own guilt. It seeped through his clothes, squished in his shoes, matted his hair and pushed against his face. Tycho Brahe, indeed! He should have chosen the name of some far less competent man, all those years ago when he'd first met Codrin. -It was Codrin that spoke first, voice sounding calm, somewhere between professional and empathetic. An interviewer's voice. "Have you told anyone else?" +It was the historian who spoke first, voice sounding calm, somewhere between professional and empathetic. An interviewer's voice. "Have you told anyone else?" "No," he said, lifting his head, though still not meeting their gazes. "I don't know who I'd tell." @@ -118,7 +118,7 @@ It was Codrin that spoke first, voice sounding calm, somewhere between professio The fox across the table giggled --- there was no better way to put it --- and there was a tink of ceramic as it bumped its mug to Codrin's. *"You, my dear, are so caught in stardom that even astronomers know your name."* -None of that amusement showed in the historian's voice as ey said, "I am, at that, aren't I? Well, Tycho, what are the next steps?" +None of that amusement showed in eir expression as ey said, "I am, at that, aren't I? Well, Tycho, what are the next steps?" "I don't know," he said, finally looking up to the pair, to Dear's grin and Codrin's frown. "I was hoping you'd know."