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[beariot]

Name: Ursula Callistis
Date: Octeuril 3
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Hello, everyone! I'll try to make this brief, as typing on these things can be a bit of a pain. [ but god help her if she did anything that put her face out there to more people than she was comfortable with... ]

My name is Ursula Callistis, and back home I was a teacher. Now as I'm sure you've all noticed, or at least heard, refugees from Dorchacht have come into this city. Some of you have been volunteering to build their shelters, but I had noticed there was an un-assigned building, and I've sort of taken it over as a space for them, but not as living space.

You see, a lot of the refugees are kids. Orphans, even. And I am going to convert that space into a classroom. The Coven has already agreed to help me with supplies and costs, so there's no worries there, but while I am an experienced educator, I'm still only one woman.

So! That's where you all come in! I'm looking for some volunteers to help take up some of the class schedule. Just let me know if you have any experience, what basic subjects you're willing to teach, and we can go from there!

And, just so it's clear, I appreciate any help at all, even if you're not taking on a class subject. These kids are really depending on us. So. Thank you.

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

[He huffs out a breath, almost a laugh, at her question.] We'd both sorts, though the books for pleasure they actually kept in the library were the sorts approved by the Chantry. Storybooks for the youngest apprentices, travelogues, theology of nature, [only you, Myr,] those sorts of things. Secular poetry, the serials, real novels--those had to be smuggled in.

[Once had. Ah, Maker, was there anything sadder that could be said about a people's language and all that went with it?] How were they used, do you know? And--what is it you learned to read on?

There's a written form of Elvish--but if anyone knows how to read it still, they're likely Dalish and not sharing.

[horkbajir]

That's unfortunate. At least it wasn't all focused on spell work.

I'm not sure. There are stories that mention... wedding ceremonies, I suppose, where the people involved would carve 'the mark of devotion' into bark, and would have to amend it if they parted. And carvings that mark births and deaths. But there's not a great deal of detail, the stories were made when it was assumed everyone knew what those meant.

There are Yeerks who may know. They live longer than we do. I don't think we will ever be asking.