Entry #5 [Text Post // Public] [Evening of February 6th, Day 61]
[It had been a long week, seeing everyone as animals and with no way for any of them to get back to normal. There had been no way for him to really help, even--Carpet isn't sure he could have felt more useless if he'd tried. What can he do? He can hold things. Write things. He can gesture. He can fly. Except for the last, just about anyone could do that--and a lot more, besides. It's.... shameful, to be nothing but a burden like that. Unacceptable. He wants to help people, he wants to be useful--he can't be a liability!]
[He's spent a while now mulling over this problem, and finally come to a possible conclusion, maybe even a solution; Carpet's question to the network is short and to the point, rather than full of gesturing and guesswork, neat and almost hesitantly written, though it's harder to be outright shy when you can hide behind text.]
Could I learn magic?
[He's spent a while now mulling over this problem, and finally come to a possible conclusion, maybe even a solution; Carpet's question to the network is short and to the point, rather than full of gesturing and guesswork, neat and almost hesitantly written, though it's harder to be outright shy when you can hide behind text.]
Could I learn magic?