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Parker
Birds of a feather
Mon Feb 26, 2018 20:25
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Parker had waited a while before responding to Cleo's letter, hoping that he might run into her somewhere like he had a lunch. He was so much better at talking in person with someone than writing, or talking on the phone. It felt more comfortable, more natural, and Parker could tell what the person meant in person. Not just the words they used but more what they wanted to say. It meant sometimes that he would respond in a seemingly nonsensical way, often saying things like like, "Lizards lose their tales when they are scared, to confuse predators," when asked what he had been doing outside all day. In that example, Parker had known what his father had wanted to know was what had Parker learned, not what he had actually done. But words written on paper weren't as easy to cut through, and that's what made Cleo's letter so hard.


So Parker sat at his desk, quill in his mouth, reading over the letter again. He had tried three times to write this letter, each time it had been different, and he had now rewritten this version a few times. The last one had been so quick to write, this one had been more difficult.

Dear Cleo,

I am glad you got my letter and the feather. Back home I would have texted you, but I don't think you have a cellphone and neither do I.

Don't be sorry about my friends back home. I am the one who pushed them away. Now I'm trying to pull them back, which is much harder.

To answer your questions:
I feel like I am a birdfish. Part human, part wizard. Though the new healer says we are all human, the way my parents react to me sometimes makes me think otherwise. Though I would be more than happy to be friends with one as well, we'd be part of a tribe.

In the stories I was told, there were more bad people, and trickster animals that caused problems than bad animals.

To be true, I didn't know what chimaeras or harpies were till your letter, but I've looked them up. Harpies remind me a bit of angels or like these goddesses that one of my former classmates showed us once. They helped people who died on battlefields. So I might run away, but maybe not. Maybe we just don't know much about them. If I've learned anything in Care of Magical Creatures and Defense Against the Dark Arts it's that there is a lot people really don't know, even adults.

Again, I'm not fully of the magic world so maybe it's just that I don't know, and am not good at sitting with books.

Hope you don't have to run away from anything soon.

Your friend of a feather,
Parker


The amount of time he had put into this letter was more than he put into almost anything that didn't involve him being outside, eating, or with other people. Parker read, and reread his letter hoping he was answering what she really wanted him to answer, but he didn't know what she meant so he was stuck responding to the words themselves. Parker stood up from his desk and stretched. He'd have to go for a long walk at this point, he'd spent too much time inside writing. Parker would need to get better at this letter writing thing if this was how Cleo was going to talk with him.

  • One replyCleo, Thu Feb 15 08:45
    (OOC - set a couple of days after getting Parker’s letter but keeping it here to keep things tidy) Once she’d dropped the feather into the well, with the wish for things to get better, Cleo’s head... more
    • Birds of a feather — Parker, Mon Feb 26 20:25
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