[ That ... is probably something he should have thought of sooner, but certain unlike other people in the Carnival, Lambert isn't exactly the type to carry around easily transported writing supplies. If he realized she was some kind of mage herself however, that would explain everything.
In any case, when she offers the notepad and pen to him, he nods quickly, looking a touch surprised at first, and then grimly determined. Whatever fae magic allows them to understand each other's words here lets him read other's writing as well, thankfully, and he takes the pen and notepad. Handling it a little clumsily (it's not the sort of tool he's used to writing with) he quickly jots a few quick, neat lines of text on the paper, then passes it back. ]
They're called mooshee. [ Sadly, since he's only ever heard the word, he only has the phonetic spelling to go off of. ] Carnival's been infested. Someone took all the stuff that keeps them away.
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If he realized she was some kind of mage herself however, that would explain everything.In any case, when she offers the notepad and pen to him, he nods quickly, looking a touch surprised at first, and then grimly determined. Whatever fae magic allows them to understand each other's words here lets him read other's writing as well, thankfully, and he takes the pen and notepad. Handling it a little clumsily (it's not the sort of tool he's used to writing with) he quickly jots a few quick, neat lines of text on the paper, then passes it back. ]
They're called mooshee. [ Sadly, since he's only ever heard the word, he only has the phonetic spelling to go off of. ] Carnival's been infested. Someone took all the stuff that keeps them away.