From 6e3dca45d1496cbec4880db90393191ffd9695c3 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2022 18:40:04 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/mitzvot/004.md | 22 +++++++++++++++++++++- 1 file changed, 21 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/004.md b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/004.md index 5011cc70..165d30c6 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/004.md +++ b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/004.md @@ -192,4 +192,24 @@ A bit more than two hours after ey'd sent the message, a reply spooled itself ou > > The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream of the Ode clade > -> systime +> systime 225+359 +> +> **END IOAN BĂLAN INDIVIDUAL-EYES-ONLY MATERIAL** + +Ey read the letter through two or three times, trying to digest all that it contained, trying once again not to read too deep and guess that True Name#Castor simply hadn't told her about Codrin learning the Name. + +Finally, acknowledging that ey wouldn't be able to digest it all in one go, ey dashed off a quick reply thanking True Name for the letter and confirming the time of the next meeting. Then, ey committed the letter to a new exo ey tagged "True Name--May 225" and destroyed the physical copy. + +"May?" ey said, dropping eir cone of silence. + +"Mm?" + +"I was confirming a date with True Name and she said I should ask you about something called 'Jingle Bells stage blocking'. Do you know--" + +The skunk let out a melodramatic groan and slid off her stool to the floor, landing on her hands and knees, laughing. "What a fucking brat." + +Ey stared at her, nonplussed. + +"Oh God, Ioan, you do not know pain until you work with choir kids." + +Ey laughed and shook eir head, standing to go stir the stew by way of ruffling over her ears. "Skunks are so weird. I'll just have to trust you on that."