mute_pen | forgotten

It's past dark, but when you need the outhouse, you need the outhouse.

Isabel picks her way across the yard of her father's house in the moonlight, hoping to sneak back into bed without waking him.

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From:

growcrooked

"I guess that's better?"

From:

mute_pen

"I guess."

From:

growcrooked

"Sorry," she says, and hugs her again.

From:

mute_pen

Hugs.

"Where did you hide the paper and pen?"

From:

growcrooked

"Over here."

She leads Etty to a corner of the orchard where some big loose rocks are piled. The end of the scroll is just peeking out of the gap between two of them.

From:

mute_pen

"...If I leave it here even after writing on it, are you going to read it?"

From:

growcrooked

"I don't know. Do you want me to?"

From:

mute_pen

"No."

From:

growcrooked

"Okay, then I won't." She grins. "I promise."

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mute_pen

"You seem sufficiently confused by the concept of promises that I'm not sure what to read into that."

From:

growcrooked

"Well, you just explained them, didn't you?"

From:

mute_pen

"Yes, I suppose I did." She chews her lip. "Don't take it personally if I decide to move it anyway - sometimes I'm paranoid."

From:

growcrooked

"Okay," she says agreeably.

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mute_pen

It's going to be hard to write in the dark, but she has all night every night to let her eyes adjust, Etty supposes. She starts looking for a flat rock that will be suitable for writing on.

From:

growcrooked

There's one on top of the pile that should do nicely.

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mute_pen

Excellent. And she's not going to be able to see any letters she puts down, yet, and Nona's standing right there, so it is not yet time to do her processing. "Is he still away?"