08-10-2019, 09:44 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
To say that tensions were high in the group right now would... honestly be a huge understatement. Tensions were skyrocketing, and everybody was getting antsy in preparation for the coming raid. Worm was among those who were extremely eager to go on the road and get out there and save their missing groupmates, but he knew they needed to be patient and prepare before tomorrow, and people needed a way to relax. It had taken a bit of thinking for him to figure out how he could help with that, but then he had remembered the gifts he had recently given Rhea. In addition to giving her many stuffed animals to keep her big teddy bear company, he had also given her several storybooks he thought might keep her busy and in a different world that wasn't so full of agony and kidnapped groupmates and death and fighting and raids and everything else that was wrong with their world. Sure, a few good things had happened recently, such as Kiira miraculously showing back up in camp thanks to the work of the Typhoon, and Selby finally feeling better after the mysterious plant-inflicted sickness he had been struck by had rendered him rather immobile and ruined part of his house, but it seemed like the bad things far outweighed the good lately, and Worm knew he wanted to just lose himself in a story right now.
So, he had decided to gather up every book he had to his name, including several storybooks and all of the books that he had gathered up originally to teach himself how to read after he had first left the pride. Some of them were very simple, like a very basic abc book outlining the vocal sounds for certain letters and another book showing how certain whole words were pronounced. Some were more complex, like the book he had that gave the definitions and sounds for some more common complex words, and a general thesaurus and dictionary. In the end, it had taken quite a while for him to originally figure out how to read on his own, and the books had been helpful but hadn't exactly been a godsend when he hadn't known how to read them in the first place. Still, he was sure he had more of a grip on the strange language used in books than his brother did, and than most of his groupmates did, even though he wouldn't say it to their faces, since he wouldnt want them to think he was insulting their intelligence.
Seeing as he was sure that a lot of others probably wanted to acquire the effective skill of reading in order to learn new things and distract their brains, he had decided to host a class for it. Taking all of the books he had gathered, he moved out onto his porch and cleared his throat, slowly laying the books out with his paws and being particularly careful not to scratch them with his claws or pierce them with his teeth, since he hoped to one day acquire a nice collection of sorts that could even rival their library. Once all of the books were laid out where they could easily be seen and perused, he took a deep breath before sitting and calling out, his tail flicking from side to side behind him as he seemed deep in thought, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey, uh, anybody who's interested in reading, come 'ere! I learned how to read a while ago, and I thought maybe I could host a bit of a... erm, class like thing, I guess. Especially for you, Rhea, since I gave you those storybooks recently."[/glow] He flicked his tail at Rhea in particular before looking down, shifting his paws a little. Sure, he knew how to read, and he remembered all the basic concepts, but he wasn't sure how much of a good teacher he would be. He had only taught Poetking a few things as they grew up, and he didn't have a ton of experience with voicing his thoughts out to others and expressing how the stuff actually worked.
So, he had decided to gather up every book he had to his name, including several storybooks and all of the books that he had gathered up originally to teach himself how to read after he had first left the pride. Some of them were very simple, like a very basic abc book outlining the vocal sounds for certain letters and another book showing how certain whole words were pronounced. Some were more complex, like the book he had that gave the definitions and sounds for some more common complex words, and a general thesaurus and dictionary. In the end, it had taken quite a while for him to originally figure out how to read on his own, and the books had been helpful but hadn't exactly been a godsend when he hadn't known how to read them in the first place. Still, he was sure he had more of a grip on the strange language used in books than his brother did, and than most of his groupmates did, even though he wouldn't say it to their faces, since he wouldnt want them to think he was insulting their intelligence.
Seeing as he was sure that a lot of others probably wanted to acquire the effective skill of reading in order to learn new things and distract their brains, he had decided to host a class for it. Taking all of the books he had gathered, he moved out onto his porch and cleared his throat, slowly laying the books out with his paws and being particularly careful not to scratch them with his claws or pierce them with his teeth, since he hoped to one day acquire a nice collection of sorts that could even rival their library. Once all of the books were laid out where they could easily be seen and perused, he took a deep breath before sitting and calling out, his tail flicking from side to side behind him as he seemed deep in thought, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey, uh, anybody who's interested in reading, come 'ere! I learned how to read a while ago, and I thought maybe I could host a bit of a... erm, class like thing, I guess. Especially for you, Rhea, since I gave you those storybooks recently."[/glow] He flicked his tail at Rhea in particular before looking down, shifting his paws a little. Sure, he knew how to read, and he remembered all the basic concepts, but he wasn't sure how much of a good teacher he would be. He had only taught Poetking a few things as they grew up, and he didn't have a ton of experience with voicing his thoughts out to others and expressing how the stuff actually worked.
— Reggan