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I won't jinx things, just hoping for the best. Updates should be normal from now on.
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"Ah actually wanted t' go mail somethin' important off," you admitted. Andrew didn't seem to hear you, at first-- Buckwheat had made a little bit of a fuss about being put away, and you figured you'd been drowned out.
"I dunno if ah've told you about it--"
Buckwheat's stable was clicked shut, and Andrew gave the dusty donkey a good scratch on the head. "You've not told me too much 'bout all yer studies since we got here, frankly. Spit it out."
You were all too happy to. "Gimme a moment, I'll go get it--"
A minute later, you'd returned with your notes. "You remember this-- ah was readin' it to you on the way here. The Notes on Newly-Arrived Creatures, yeah?"
Andrew nodded. "Yeah, the repository've neofauna you'd found. What about it?"
You paused a moment to find the right phrasing. "Well-- it's served its original purpose. See, it was originally just for anythin' I came across here. Ah had t' note down at least 100 native types'a fauna in California. An', well-- just last evenin', I finally met that goal."
You flipped open the book to a small bookmark you'd left inside it, grinning from ear to ear. "Look, too, what got me there--"
Intricate illustrations of the hundredth fauna decorated every inch of this page. The details of its claws. The individual hairs upon its tails compared to its cheeks. Intricate descriptions of its eyes (or lack thereof! You hadn't dared open them), its colors, its incredibly small and pointed teeth. "This's just the sketchin' ah could manage while ah had it in my hands. Just the tip've the iceberg."
Andrew raised a brow as he inspected every inch of the page. He spent a particularly long time lingering on an illustration of the creature floating above ground. "...you've got the shadow on this one wrong."
"No, no, ah've not--" You caught yourself and flipped the page. Andrew was lightly taken aback-- and how could he have not been? The walls of text he must have been looking at were probably the least-organized in this entire notebook. "It can float. Like a bird without wings-- an' just bein' near it, ah--"
"I dunno if ah've told you about it--"
Buckwheat's stable was clicked shut, and Andrew gave the dusty donkey a good scratch on the head. "You've not told me too much 'bout all yer studies since we got here, frankly. Spit it out."
You were all too happy to. "Gimme a moment, I'll go get it--"
A minute later, you'd returned with your notes. "You remember this-- ah was readin' it to you on the way here. The Notes on Newly-Arrived Creatures, yeah?"
Andrew nodded. "Yeah, the repository've neofauna you'd found. What about it?"
You paused a moment to find the right phrasing. "Well-- it's served its original purpose. See, it was originally just for anythin' I came across here. Ah had t' note down at least 100 native types'a fauna in California. An', well-- just last evenin', I finally met that goal."
You flipped open the book to a small bookmark you'd left inside it, grinning from ear to ear. "Look, too, what got me there--"
Intricate illustrations of the hundredth fauna decorated every inch of this page. The details of its claws. The individual hairs upon its tails compared to its cheeks. Intricate descriptions of its eyes (or lack thereof! You hadn't dared open them), its colors, its incredibly small and pointed teeth. "This's just the sketchin' ah could manage while ah had it in my hands. Just the tip've the iceberg."
Andrew raised a brow as he inspected every inch of the page. He spent a particularly long time lingering on an illustration of the creature floating above ground. "...you've got the shadow on this one wrong."
"No, no, ah've not--" You caught yourself and flipped the page. Andrew was lightly taken aback-- and how could he have not been? The walls of text he must have been looking at were probably the least-organized in this entire notebook. "It can float. Like a bird without wings-- an' just bein' near it, ah--"