English tea isn't too hard to come by [ Amon chances to tilt his mask upwards with diffidence; his long brown fingers stark against the white painted wood. The exposed skin beneath was so horribly scarred as he previously led Sabriel to believe. He hisses when the tea proved too hot. ] Although I never saw the appeal- your tea is flavourless and bitter.
And what did you before coming here? Beside make some very poetic observations about death. [ He grabs a pen from the table as he watches Sabriel demonstrate her penmanship with absorbed interest- it was strange to see an alien language have such a different style to it down to the way it was written. ]
Right to left [ He catches himself muttering aloud before making the attempt to copy her work. His pen strokes are awkward at first- lifted with each stroke as he would with Chinese characters. The result while stilted at first produces very neat penmanship. He consults Sabriel's notes on the alphabet several times between each attempts.
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And what did you before coming here? Beside make some very poetic observations about death. [ He grabs a pen from the table as he watches Sabriel demonstrate her penmanship with absorbed interest- it was strange to see an alien language have such a different style to it down to the way it was written. ]
Right to left [ He catches himself muttering aloud before making the attempt to copy her work. His pen strokes are awkward at first- lifted with each stroke as he would with Chinese characters. The result while stilted at first produces very neat penmanship. He consults Sabriel's notes on the alphabet several times between each attempts.
A M O N
N O A T A KA M O N ]
A handsome effort.
Were I given to boasting.