My name's not Velseir

Chapter 25: [Books & Possibilities]

Katorn's pov:

Ok so apparently Velseir likes my observation diary. I opted to have it written down in physical form due to not wanting to deal with data breaches when it comes to the boys, also I prefer the written medium but rarely use it as most have transitioned to digital ages ago.

Traditional nogrask has gone out of style in both written and spoken language however it is still taught here. I could write in galactic standard however as only two people need to see this original copy I don't see the need. Irogana was raised with her norgashian parent and has learned how to both speak and write it fluently. Though it is rare for the norgash to mate with other races the silinorg have been known to be an exception.

I don't want the book Velseir took to be damaged or lost as physical writing mediums aren't cheap due to being an odd commodity these days. I don't know why Velseir is suddenly interested in the book but I better find him before he breaks it.

I thought I had checked everywhere in the house and yet I still couldn't find him in the end. I even disturbed Avranga on one of her rare days off. I went back downstairs to get some work done as the observation diary was now off the table.

Why did he take it? This was the first time he has ever taken something so blatantly. Most of the time if he wants to have something he can't have he will at least drop it or give it to me if I tell him he can't have it. But this time was different. There was no hesitation and it doesn't appear he took it so I'd play and chase him, as he just disappeared right away. I'll have to write about this in the observation diary if I ever get it back in one piece.

It was about an hour later that Avranga sent me a message over the comms, it was unusual for her to message me whilst being in the same building, she would usually just yell to get my attention and then come find me. Because of how out of character it was it caught my attention so I decided to check it. Five words was all she sent along with a photograph pinned underneath.

"You need to see this!"

The photo was of Velseir perched on the bench by the window of Avranga's room. He had the diary open to a set of blank pages but as I looked closer it looked as though there was actually something on one of the pages. I closed down the file I had been working on and decided to head upstairs. Work could wait a bit as I had already taken care of anything urgent.

Once I got to her room I noticed the door was open and decided to creep in quietly. Avranga was sitting on her bed facing the window where Velseir sat with the book. What was he doing? I walked closer to him grabbing Avranga's attention as I passed trying to get a better look. Wow. It was incredible. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was using my scribing tool making precise and calculated movements, this wasn't him copying what he'd seen me do, this was practiced and purposeful.

What was he writing? Was he writing or something else? I had read that humans don't have a written language from what we know of them. I wanted to get closer but I was afraid he would run away again if he noticed me.

"It's alright." Avranga said in a soft tone. "He appears to be in his own world, entirely focused on whatever he's doing. I tried calling out to him at first but he showed no reaction whatsoever."