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WHO: Gavin, Peter, and OPEN~
WHAT: Peter is trying to teach Gavin to read, and Gavin is getting distracted by literally everything, and everyone.
WHEN: A few times, as the lessons are semi-regular, in the days following the wake.
WHERE: in the weird little library in the basement
NOTES: Ridiculous hijinks
He was doing his best. He really was. But Gavin had the attention span of a goldfish, and trying to sit still for long periods focusing on something he found difficult was worse.
He'd never really figured out how to read. Every time he tried the runes would seem to move around on their own, or flip over, and it was extremely frustrating. Peter, however, was absolutely determined that Gavin should learn to read properly and stop defacing the community bulletin boards with his scribbled drawings.
They'd managed to scramble a few books together for the purpose, and some sheets of parchment, and Gavin was working on drawing a surprisingly well rendered butt as Peter was pulling out the next text to start with.
As soon as Gavin happened to see anyone wandering by, he called out and waved them over.
WHAT: Peter is trying to teach Gavin to read, and Gavin is getting distracted by literally everything, and everyone.
WHEN: A few times, as the lessons are semi-regular, in the days following the wake.
WHERE: in the weird little library in the basement
NOTES: Ridiculous hijinks
He was doing his best. He really was. But Gavin had the attention span of a goldfish, and trying to sit still for long periods focusing on something he found difficult was worse.
He'd never really figured out how to read. Every time he tried the runes would seem to move around on their own, or flip over, and it was extremely frustrating. Peter, however, was absolutely determined that Gavin should learn to read properly and stop defacing the community bulletin boards with his scribbled drawings.
They'd managed to scramble a few books together for the purpose, and some sheets of parchment, and Gavin was working on drawing a surprisingly well rendered butt as Peter was pulling out the next text to start with.
As soon as Gavin happened to see anyone wandering by, he called out and waved them over.
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He took the book he was offered though, and the pictures did help - he looked down to study them more closely.
"That's why I learned to tell stories, you know. I mean - our storyteller would argue that I'm awful at it, but he doesn't think that dragons should randomly appear in them, so obviously he's wrong."
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It's a desperate grasp, particularly for Peter, who received his obligatory annual letter from his parents and that was all. But some people had closer ties, some actually wanted to remain in touch no matter the distance.
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The smile slipped from Gavin's lips then - faltering. "... I uh... No, I never did. Not until I came here, anyway. I sent a few notes back, once I joined the inquisition. One of the chantry sisters helped me." There was something tense in his voice, and when he looked back up at Peter, the smile that had replaced the old one didn't reach his eyes.
"It's alright. They'd rather not hear from me, all things considered, I think. Other than my clan, who would I even write to?"
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Things. Like fighting demons and other items Peter is going to try to generally avoid., but he has the feeling Gavin will be embracing.
"Not that my friends have the best record in that- still haven't heard a word from some people. But that's because they're difficult. Not 'cause they can't. I can't do anything about the first part."
Unlike the second one. Which he underscores but pushing the book even closer to Gavin. He can do this. Maybe. Possibly.
He can try.
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Gavin looked a little surprised for a minute, but then a smile crossed his face that wasn't teasing at all - just warm honesty.
"You want me to write you when I'm travelling?" He asked, and then laughed, happily, looking down at the book being pushed towards him. "Well, I can't promise I'd be any better than them, but I can try, if you like."
He picked up the book and took a breath. "Alright. Where were we?"