Diary entry 7

The school was an odd experience. We had to take off our shoes because the floor is one massive speech bubble. We raise our feet to learn a word when the teacher taps her desk, then place our feet on the floor to learn the translation of the word. If a single handheld speech bubble is so expensive then just how rich is the guy who made this place?

The language here is also very strange now that I've had time to hear it. If I had to describe its closest earthen language, as far as my ears are concerned at least, I'd say it reminds me of Hebrew. It flows very nicely almost like a song and then there's an occasional throaty grunt that sounds very Phlegmy that ruins the melody. The written portion has forty letters across two cases that are used like English except capitals are also used to stress a syllable. we were also told there is a pictographic alphabet with about a thousand symbols but this school doesn't teach that.

We learned basic greetings and how to ask for directions to a few key locations in the city. Speaking of the city it's called Shuak-na. I forgot to take my feet off the floor when she said that however so I heard "Grey rock."

Tex and I traded notes on what we heard her say and he got a bit nervous when I translated, and told me that he hopes grey rock doesn't mean they use granite. Didn't specify why.

Before the lesson, however, we had to spend hours loading supplies onto a caravan of karts. Mrs. Mime was struggling to lift anything and eventually the person watching over us took pity on her, and instead tasked her with filling all the kart drivers' water containers with water from a well outback. The well is a simple drop bucket well. Whatever they're called. I don't think introducing this world to the man-powered water pump wouldn't be going too far. Putting that idea on the back burner.

Anyways were heading to the town square to check up on project bard.

You know, I'm starting to get used to this pretty fast I think. Maybe it's the survival instinct kicking in but I only really think of home at night when everything's silent. There's some part of me that's scared ill become complacent, but another that wishes I could. Maybe I'm thinking too much about this.