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↖ - The diary entry from the day our muse’s met.
I met the symbiote today. A little girl and a large brute. The girl, she looked no less than twelve, speaking like a young toddler, but it was fluent. She is quite adorable, I’ll admit. Torr . . . he never spoke much, but Ferra seems to be correcting me. “HE SPEAK FINE.” These are often shouted in my ear at times if I forgetfully dismiss teaching Torr.
I will speak on these two for learning how to talk. Especially with Ferra. She is struggling with trying to say certain action verbs, but again, it is a small effort. Maybe in the span of a few months she’ll talk more normally to us all. She is small and fiery, reminding me of when I was a young girl.
Only that I wasn’t brutally killing people at her age. And that brings the question: HOW OLD IS FERRA AND TORR?
I will have to ask them tomorrow. Ferra wore me out after we did a good run around the forest.
