ryheric

Upon the pages of a notebook, the following is written in charcoal.

Page one: An entire page of the capital letter A, in varying sizes, pressures and accuracy.

Page two: An entire page of the capital letter B, in varying sizes, pressures and accuracy.

(So on, up to the letter F)

After the letter F, a list of attempted words is written, Ryheric having gotten ambitious in his learning despite his six letter limitation. The words are as follows:

FA (far)
FAD (fade)
FAC (fake)
DAC (dark)
CA (care)

The Lady Finch (Click to Listen)

This is Ryheric's theme for a story he heard told by Gregwald.

To the best of Ryheric's memory, the tale was about a lady finch, hatched in captivity from an egg. The birds nest was found perched on the shoulder of a troll, turned to stone.

"What are you doing, Ryheric?"

He breathed this question to himself. His accent was no longer that of a dreg born in some backwater barn. The vowels were now rugged, harsh yet airy. The Rs were spoken with a slight roll. Each consonant had a twisting divergence from the previous one, an over-enunciation that seemed natural, varying from one consonant to the next. No drawl. The accent would have pleased the ears of most, if not for the fact it was thickly foreign.