[ Well, she's not being stopped, so Magilou goes right ahead and writes it into the book. The ink stays for a moment, so she assumes it might be okay -
- And then before she's even finished writing the first half of the sentence, the words start to fade on the page like the ink's being absorbed back into the ether. Weird. She shrugs and turns back around, twirling the quill around her fingers. ]
Yup, seems like it's totally dry again. So it's either limited by length, or complexity... [ Maybe what she's trying to change is too much at once, or perhaps too vague. ] What if we each wrote one half of a sentence?
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[ Well, she's not being stopped, so Magilou goes right ahead and writes it into the book. The ink stays for a moment, so she assumes it might be okay -
- And then before she's even finished writing the first half of the sentence, the words start to fade on the page like the ink's being absorbed back into the ether. Weird. She shrugs and turns back around, twirling the quill around her fingers. ]
Yup, seems like it's totally dry again. So it's either limited by length, or complexity... [ Maybe what she's trying to change is too much at once, or perhaps too vague. ] What if we each wrote one half of a sentence?