My big brother caught me idly carving some marks into a tree. “What’re you wasting your time on now, sis?” He was always trying to unsettle me.
I had to think quickly. “The shapes are…sounds,” I ventured. I pointed to the six symbols in turn and improvised: “Fff…uu…th…a…r…k?” I met his eye.
His gaze broke first. “Whatever, sis.” He left, dissatisfied.
I turned back to the tree, thought some more, then set to carving more runes.
@FutzleFiction so how do they NORMALLY communicate?
@Aldersprig He’s my big brother; I’d rather we didn’t communicate at all thankyouverymuch.
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