dogfishtrot's papyrus

Van was rolling about for a long time. After his run in with the dreaded plant monster of awful, he was seeking a place of calm. Along his journey, Van would pipe up in bits asking, "You...know...w...wh...where...quuuuiiet? Quiet?" Not many blobs seemed to understand what he was asking for. It didn't frustrate him. He knew he was struggling to recall language. The longer he was alone the more he saw a dip in his communication skills. But he pushed on. Either a fellow blob would be able to understand him, perhaps from experience, or he would be able to fully express his wishes. He tried again, "Quiet...place...to...go?...Where?" His voice shook. His amorphous circular body trembled. His face moved as if to shake his head 'no'. Whether it was of mutual understanding or a very patient blob, Vanow was able to have his question answered. The other blob pointed toward the distance. They took their time, explained how to find a place called the library. Some chit chat about how to find resources for learning and remembering how to speak but that didn't concern him. A small smile peeked through. His body stretched in the form of a leap as he expressed joy.

More traveling to go. In a movie, this is where the montage would go. At times, Van tried to speed up his rolling or mix things up a little by stretching and squishing in mini jumps. A few points in his journey he made humming noises. At last he made it to the Onyxia library. Vanow made a mental note to remember to explore the city once he was finished at the library. Although, it was clear his memory was not the best so far. He rolled on into the library.

Having been confronted by the librarian startled the blob. He turned to the authority figure with reserve. "Van...don't...don't know how....?" His statement sounded more like a question. To his surprise, the Librarian pointed him to a small table, placed some paper and writing instruments in front of him, and gave a nod. He waited at the table. His attention darted from the materials in front of him to the other blobs in the library. His gaze fell upon another blob seemingly hard at work scribbling with ferocity at the paper in front of them. Finding some bit of courage, or perhaps it was done out of curiosity, Van stuck a writing apparatus to his body. He leapt up to the table and moved his body, in turn moving the utensil. After some time, Van hopped back to view his work. Squiggles. Just squiggles. He looked around again. Vanow would be here for a while. He moved another blank page to his space and began working again.