Scene #3684: In Which Inga Begins Her Journey In Literacy

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Inga Freyjasdottir	Oddly enough, Ainsley has yet to see Inga's cottage. They've been living there for months now, partly there and partly in Chicago. It certainly beats the old firehouse in Kingsmouth where Inga had been staying for a time. The cottage is downright cozy--and magically situated. Wards are everywhere, little charms hung from trees, runes carved into the trunks, the right plants planted in the garden. Inga has a good fire going and all the lamps lit, ready for Ainsley's arrival. There's stew warming over the fire and bread fresh baked--and beers and frozen pizzas in the ice box. Time to get this unpleasant business started.
Ainsley	Ainsley arrives at the cottage. She mostly notices any of the wards for the apparent cultural significance and contrast from the rest of Dun Realtai, but not what they actually do. She has a large backpack with her, and she's dressed head to toe in heavy clothing with heating pads sewn into it just so that she doesn't have to drag herself up to the door. She doesn't wait for Inga to answer the door, if the door isn't locked, just letting herself in so she can get her cold weather gear off and start pulling out books and writing utensils. Once she's found a suitable table, she settles into her seat and lets out a sigh. Her tail drapes over her lap. "We should start with basic grammar..." she murmurs in thought, while she retrieves the appropriate enchanted book and flips it open. Even with all that heated stuff off her and being in a warm room, she still seems sluggish. Eager to get started, though.
Inga Freyjasdottir	The inside is /quite/ warm. Inga has the fire in the hearth roaring, and for what it looks like, the place is actually well insulated and possesses quite a few modern comforts /someone/ couldn't do without. Not that she minds indoor plumbing and hot showers... "Ainsley, thank you for coming...I hope it wasn't too difficult. You'll be warm soon I hope. Here, tea?" Inga says, pouring a couple of cups. "There's ale too, and hot stew...suppose you do not want that on the table with your ah...parchments though," Inga says, pursing her lips. This is going to be a trial. Once Ainsley has everything she needs, Inga takes a seat at the table, leaning her staff nearby. "Grammar, I know grammar. I can speak afterall," she says with a small grin. "Its just the....the fiddly bits," she says, waving her hand at the papers and writing untensils.
Ainsley	"It's fine. If I don't leave the house, I can't get anything done," Ainsley tells Inga, accepting the offer of tea by picking up the offered cup. She seeks out something to sweeten it and begins by pushing some note papers over to Inga. She picks up a pen after sorting through them, and sets it down on top of the paper. "Yes, but it's one thing to speak and it's another thing to read. Here..." She taps the paper a couple of times, and a serious of words and letters show up. "I want you to rewrite these as best you can, with this pen. It will 'explain' what each word or character sounds like and what it means, if applicable, in a more direct way than you may be used to. The phonetics should be able to play in your head while you're reading even if you don't understand what you're reading, and this will help you do that." Then, she adds, "I have never done this before with my magic, so let me know if it is uncomfortable and I will adjust the spell."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga frowns slightly, looking at the paper. She knows this is necessary, but she can't get over the distaste. With a sigh, she picks up the pen. She holds it completely wrong, beginning to scrawl the words on the paper in a most inelegant manner. "Tch...if you can come up with a spell to do this, I simply need a spell to speak written words...and to transmit my spoken word into writing," she grumbles, looking up to Ainsley. "Would that be possible?" The words, while scrawled as if she were carving them in wood (generally what she is used to) are transmitted into her mind as she 'writes' them though, sure enough. Inga blinks. "That...is a bit alarming. Interesting."
Ainsley	"These spells don't work very well without me being in the vicinity," Ainsley explains, "I have to invest a certain amount of myself into each enchantment I make, and if I lose focus on it, it just falls apart. It'll be fine with these study materials, but I'm not an enchanter, so they'll still fade in usefulness if I don't maintain them every few days." She then waves off the explanation. "So yes, it would be possible, but you'd have to constantly get the object recharged," she concludes. Then she taps the paper. "Keep going. It'll teach you as you go." Then she stands to seek out this food that Inga had mentioned and prepare a couple of plates. The diminutive lizard lady is very comfortable in a home she's never been in before.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Well, the place is meant to be comfortable and welcoming. There's a large area with benches and furs where it looks like people can sleep if they stay over. The stew is beef, with potatoes and carrots and all the good stuff. Inga sighs. "I see. Well, I wonder if I could teach you to make talismans that last longer...even mine are not exactly permanent, but long lasting I like to think," she says, before continuing to scrawl away, trying to look at the letters and memorize the look and sound of them. Inga has a very good memory, which is what happens when your culture doesn't write anything down and you are responsible for remembering things for a whole community. Inga sets it down for a moment, reaching to massage her hand. "I think perhaps I am holding it wrong."