It was hard to this sudden change of routine. Ever since the Phoenix Forest burned down, Ling had no choice but to seek sanctuary in the ranks of Silver Wolf, since if he had remained in his home for any longer, danger was sure to return to that peaceful place. Without a second thought, Ling left his home to protect it, but he didn't really think of the consequences until now.
Everyone's routines were different. Ling was always the first awake and the last to sleep, and he realized that sleeping against tree trunks or in tree branches wasn't a common way of slumbering. Combat and conflict was the culture here, and he'd often see many of his 'guildmates' leave the premises to do jobs... or something like that. To be honest, Ling wasn't entirely sure what people did here even after being given an explanation, and he was too shy to ask.
But more importantly, Ling couldn't read or write the spoken language. He could understand and speak it, but he was about as illiterate and an infant.
For years, Ling had been observing humans and the civilization just next door of his home, and he couldn't help but feel curious of them. It wasn't as if no one had ever come into the Phoenix Forest, but the most Ling had ever interacted with them is helping guide them when lost. But still, that wouldn't keep him from at least trying.
Sitting alone next to a bush just outside of the guildhall, Ling was crouched on the ground, looking down at something. As usual, he wore his white cloak, covering his backside entirely and could easily veil his countenance at most angles. Beneath him was a thick, brand new dictionary that he had found somewhere in the building, borrowing it for 'education purposes.' For most people, dictionaries were useful in learning new words and understanding them, but for Ling, the moment he saw pages upon pages of words he didn't understand, he knew that this was his chance... or so he thought.
"U-Urghh..." Ling groaned quietly, squinting harshly down onto the pages. The narrow look in his eyes was the equivalent of someone who normally wore glasses trying to see clearer. But for Ling, he simply just could not understand anything that was written! His cheeks blushed deeply, frustrated, and somewhat upset with his inability to understand. He could feel his faith begin to dwindle into nothing but a shell of self-esteem.
This is too hard... I can't do this... I'm such a failure... he thought to himself, staring harshly down onto the pages with tears welling up in his eyes. But what more could he do? He didn't have enough confidence to even think of leaving this mountain to explore the nearby towns if he couldn't read or write. What else could he have done except try?
Everyone's routines were different. Ling was always the first awake and the last to sleep, and he realized that sleeping against tree trunks or in tree branches wasn't a common way of slumbering. Combat and conflict was the culture here, and he'd often see many of his 'guildmates' leave the premises to do jobs... or something like that. To be honest, Ling wasn't entirely sure what people did here even after being given an explanation, and he was too shy to ask.
But more importantly, Ling couldn't read or write the spoken language. He could understand and speak it, but he was about as illiterate and an infant.
For years, Ling had been observing humans and the civilization just next door of his home, and he couldn't help but feel curious of them. It wasn't as if no one had ever come into the Phoenix Forest, but the most Ling had ever interacted with them is helping guide them when lost. But still, that wouldn't keep him from at least trying.
Sitting alone next to a bush just outside of the guildhall, Ling was crouched on the ground, looking down at something. As usual, he wore his white cloak, covering his backside entirely and could easily veil his countenance at most angles. Beneath him was a thick, brand new dictionary that he had found somewhere in the building, borrowing it for 'education purposes.' For most people, dictionaries were useful in learning new words and understanding them, but for Ling, the moment he saw pages upon pages of words he didn't understand, he knew that this was his chance... or so he thought.
"U-Urghh..." Ling groaned quietly, squinting harshly down onto the pages. The narrow look in his eyes was the equivalent of someone who normally wore glasses trying to see clearer. But for Ling, he simply just could not understand anything that was written! His cheeks blushed deeply, frustrated, and somewhat upset with his inability to understand. He could feel his faith begin to dwindle into nothing but a shell of self-esteem.
This is too hard... I can't do this... I'm such a failure... he thought to himself, staring harshly down onto the pages with tears welling up in his eyes. But what more could he do? He didn't have enough confidence to even think of leaving this mountain to explore the nearby towns if he couldn't read or write. What else could he have done except try?
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"I-I guess I could give it a try..."
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"I-I guess I could give it a try..."
"UWAH!" Ling shouted in fright, flinching when this hard-looking entity placed itself right in front of him. Not only was he caught in his own head, but he was just generally easy to scare. The blonde looked drained of all his color when that creature announced itself, but it didn't seem to stop there. Following close behind it was this tall, well-built man who he hadn't heard coming up behind him at all! Between the man and the robot, Ling wasn't sure which was scarier.
