Letters are important

[Kreans]

Kreans stooped to enter the teaching room, his Saurian form being far to large for the doorway, it took a bit of a squeeze that caused a series of small cracks to spiderweb the doorway before he could get into the room proper. Once he was in he realised he would be facing more of the same troubles, the chairs provided were of a size for the other races, no consideration was taken for the Skaldi as was always the case when working with the other races. Instead the Skaldi moved several of the seats at the rear of the room and sat himself down on the floor, although seated he still towered above most of the others in the room who seemed to not want to meet his eyes he noticed, a grunt and a shaking of his head that caused those near him to cower somewhat showing his displeasure.



Once all had settled down paper was passed amongst those here to learn, his own paper being dropped in front of him by a rapidly retreating half-Elkagr alongside the necessary writing materials, none of which properly fit in his four clawed grasp as they were sized for smaller than he. Still he gave a good effort at using the miniscule equipment to read what was provided and attempt some scribbles of his own in Cruic, his own language had no written form and he had no reason to create that now, he was here simply at the behest of the clan to gather the strength of written word for himself and his peoples. Though some knew how to write not all did, if he could gain this power for himself he'd be all the better equipped, but how he longed to have a hammer or spear to his hands rather than the fiddly writing utensils, as was proper for a Skaldi of his occupation. How he wished to hear the sing of iron as he worked or feel the thick leathers rather than paper that tore at the slightest touch and utensils that snapped if he so much as exhaled hard in their direction, but this was a power of a different kind and one he would harness.

[Kreans]

Several hours of attempts later he was still no better at writing the language that the majority of the other races used, he could speak it well enough but putting his words to paper was a task that gave him a great amount of trouble. It was told as something that would lead to his betterment and as a thing that would make him more useful to the Skaldi front, but all it was to him was confusing and infuriating, he'd torn through so many sheets of paper from a slight touch of his claw that he was starting to wonder if they'd have any left by the end of the lessons. Looking down at his current sheet, the characters he was attempting to copy were near indecipherable even to the half-Elkagr teacher, although he seemed unable to say it due to his fear of the Skaldi, a fact that pleased Kreans greatly.



Reading was only marginally better, so long as he kept his claws clear of whatever page they were reading from he was fine, the squiggles that represented words seemed very much alike unless he focussed on them entirely, and even then they were not as clear as they seemed to be for those others in the class who were reading and writing far better than he. How he was forced to work with them was beyond him, they could read and write but could they meld metal into arms and turn the bones of their prey to armour that would make strike fear into the hearts of a warrior's enemies, he doubted that truly. They might have some strength in their letters and wordings but truly what would that strength matter against the blade of a true warrior, absolutely nothing.



Still though he would not give up, when the day's work ended and the next came around he would apply himself to the task of learning his writing and reading, he may not think it was useful currently and he may abhor those he was forced to be taught by and learn with he would gain this power and make it his own and his peoples in the same way he had since he was a hatchling.

[Kreans]

By the end he was the only one left in the class, all of the other students had moved on days ago to other classes and he was left, due in no small part to the fact he had threatened and argued with the teacher until they'd backed down and continued to teach him the art of writing and reading. Kreans had resolved himself not to leave the class until he had a good understanding of how to read and write, at least enough so for him to satisfy his tribe and his own personal desires, fancy words and longer writings were unnecessary he simply needed to learn how to read and how to write to a fairly simple level.



Words now were easier, he could tell them apart and read them with a fair degree of accuracy, his writing skills were still hampered by the size of the implements, something which with his skills he would fix later by making some more to his own size, but for now he was making do and touching each tool as though it were the newest of hatchlings and would break as easily. Still from time to time some of it broke, but he was doing all that he could in that regard and some failures were acceptable, he just needed to overwhelm the failures with success until the papers would stay whole and the words he could say aloud. Head full to the brim of words, letters and symbols Kreans continued on writing until he filled his page, passing it to the teacher to check at the other side of the room while he began writing another, it was slow going but at the very least it was going and that was what he was thankful for.



When the work was considered satisfactory to the standards of this class, the writing legible and his reading aloud from a sheet pronounced to be accurate he finally allowed the teacher to leave, he'd made the power his own now and had no more need for a slippery half-Elkagr around him causing troubles better left to someone with a better temper for it. Kreans rushed from the room, happy to be free of the confinement and writing that had dominated his time recently, hoping to get away from all of the humans and other half breeds to wander the province before his second class, one far better suited to him.