"An only child..." Tal repeated a little wistfully. There were times he'd dreamed of being an only child - mostly when his older sisters were picking on him or embarrassing him in some way - but the truth was that he couldn't imagine life without them. Whatever happened, the Seawright siblings were a united front against the world, and Tal nodded in understanding as Alys continued. "I couldn't've done it, either," he confided in her. "Stayin' in one place, jugglin' numbers all day? I'd've gone crazy in half a year!" Even with his own strong family loyalty he wouldn't have lasted, and he made no bones about supporting Alys's decision to leave.
He let his friend think about his suggestion while he coaxed a little more sap into his flask. "No one's good startin' out," he said with a small shrug. "Well, mostly. I figure teachin' takes practice just like anythin' else." He finally pulled the little bottle away and capped it tightly before looking at his now-red knife dubiously. "Hmm... but yeah, anytime, Alys." He wrinkled his nose in lieu of further gratitude, awkward with her thanks until another thought struck him.
"Say, y'know your numbers an' letters an' all... so why don't y'work as a writer?" He tucked the flask into his Bag and gestured in the air with his Dagger to illustrate his point, using it like a pencil. "Y'know, writin' letters an' receipts an' stuff for people who never went t'school? Like a... shit, what's the word... a scribe!" He found the word he was looking for triumphantly and looked over eagerly to Alys to see what she thought of the suggestion.
He let his friend think about his suggestion while he coaxed a little more sap into his flask. "No one's good startin' out," he said with a small shrug. "Well, mostly. I figure teachin' takes practice just like anythin' else." He finally pulled the little bottle away and capped it tightly before looking at his now-red knife dubiously. "Hmm... but yeah, anytime, Alys." He wrinkled his nose in lieu of further gratitude, awkward with her thanks until another thought struck him.
"Say, y'know your numbers an' letters an' all... so why don't y'work as a writer?" He tucked the flask into his Bag and gestured in the air with his Dagger to illustrate his point, using it like a pencil. "Y'know, writin' letters an' receipts an' stuff for people who never went t'school? Like a... shit, what's the word... a scribe!" He found the word he was looking for triumphantly and looked over eagerly to Alys to see what she thought of the suggestion.
