08-18-2019, 03:43 PM
He praised himself for his ingenuity to figure out a way around his defect and had thanked Lilliana several times since for performing his song with gentle nods and boyish smiles.
Their next assignment was to create a new substance. It could be something useful or have no use at all, he decided on the first. After class Tir told him that there was enough magic present in class to give him a temporary voice, had he of known of his defect he would have made sure he knew. Olver stood before him doe eyed and simply nodded as he left. What would he even say if he could talk?
He decided to hold off at least one more class session to utilize that magic because he wanted to create something that could help the mute talk on their own. And so instead, he used that magic to pull the inner bark of a cherry tree (for its elasticity), placing it in front of him in the shape of a larnyx. Next, he pulled the sap from a maple (for it's high viscosity), and water from a cool spring in Loess (for it's low viscosity). Xanthan was his last ingredient to bind it all together.
The new substance that formed at his hooves was a semi solid liquid of sort that molded like a palpable slime. It held a medium viscosity level, the molecules standing somewhere between his syrup and water, allowing the vibrations of sound to pass easily but necessarily through it. It was versatile in it's movement and shape. He watched as the brown substance moved and folded in on itself over and across the cherrywood bark creating necessary folds and creases. The substance, now infused with the elastic cherry wood, moved to cover his throat placing itself over his broken larynx.
He had chosen not to attempt the success of his creation before presenting it to the classroom, he did not want to get his hope up. When the day came he walked slowly to the front, turning to stare intently with his green, moss eyes. He opened his mouth and waited for the words to fall out, and they did, bubbled and scratchy in an alto tone. He sounded like a record that had not been played in many, many years as he told the class what he had made and how. <b>I haven't talked in my entire life. Of course it's not perfect if one were to use it they would have to live in warmer conditions. Because it is made up of sap and water you would not want to find yourself somewhere that your ponds freeze over.</b> he shrugged bashfully in his presentation, <b>In its slime-putty form, it's longevity is acceptable and all of this is bearable for even a moment to talk… I call it, dream.</b> he said simply at the end, his red cheeks becoming more red as he broke eye contact, dipping his head in conclusion.
Their next assignment was to create a new substance. It could be something useful or have no use at all, he decided on the first. After class Tir told him that there was enough magic present in class to give him a temporary voice, had he of known of his defect he would have made sure he knew. Olver stood before him doe eyed and simply nodded as he left. What would he even say if he could talk?
He decided to hold off at least one more class session to utilize that magic because he wanted to create something that could help the mute talk on their own. And so instead, he used that magic to pull the inner bark of a cherry tree (for its elasticity), placing it in front of him in the shape of a larnyx. Next, he pulled the sap from a maple (for it's high viscosity), and water from a cool spring in Loess (for it's low viscosity). Xanthan was his last ingredient to bind it all together.
The new substance that formed at his hooves was a semi solid liquid of sort that molded like a palpable slime. It held a medium viscosity level, the molecules standing somewhere between his syrup and water, allowing the vibrations of sound to pass easily but necessarily through it. It was versatile in it's movement and shape. He watched as the brown substance moved and folded in on itself over and across the cherrywood bark creating necessary folds and creases. The substance, now infused with the elastic cherry wood, moved to cover his throat placing itself over his broken larynx.
He had chosen not to attempt the success of his creation before presenting it to the classroom, he did not want to get his hope up. When the day came he walked slowly to the front, turning to stare intently with his green, moss eyes. He opened his mouth and waited for the words to fall out, and they did, bubbled and scratchy in an alto tone. He sounded like a record that had not been played in many, many years as he told the class what he had made and how. <b>I haven't talked in my entire life. Of course it's not perfect if one were to use it they would have to live in warmer conditions. Because it is made up of sap and water you would not want to find yourself somewhere that your ponds freeze over.</b> he shrugged bashfully in his presentation, <b>In its slime-putty form, it's longevity is acceptable and all of this is bearable for even a moment to talk… I call it, dream.</b> he said simply at the end, his red cheeks becoming more red as he broke eye contact, dipping his head in conclusion.
