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Myrika is by Kiri!
Exactly, the hybrid murmured, bobbing her head in a nod as Sparrow regurgitated the concept of these similar-sounding words. Myrika did not know what to call them; she had never heard the word "homonym" before, nor any of the other various grammatical terms to define these nuances of language, but she knew some of them innately, all the same.
It's really not easy, and I mean -- no one is going to come along and correct you, either, the coyote said, shrugging. If you say or spell a word "wrong" -- well, maybe someone else knows how it's really pronounced or spelled, but, well. Not everyone reads, either. It's a rare enough skill, anyway. The hybrid smiled, thinking of Vesper -- though the scarred woman was bright, she lacked curiosity about some things. Horses, books and reading -- these were pleasures of Myri's life, and she enjoyed sharing them with others. Still, she was not one to dictate proper and improper to others.
She watched, nodding her approval once or twice, as Sparrow began leafing through the book. And look -- you're already turning the pages like a pro, Myri said, grinning. Books aren't found that often anymore, so you have to take care of them. Kid books like that have sturdy pages, because kids -- well, kids forget to be careful sometimes, I guess. But adult books -- the paper is so thin, Myri said, frowning. Why wouldn't they use a sturdier material such as parchment paper? She supposed she might never understand that.
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