Most of our books are either produced by the Faith of the Seven or are texts needed by the Citadel for what maesters do. Stories and tales are just told from one person to the other. Writing them down seems smarter. You could remember them easier that way.
Oral tradition was the predominant transmission method for most cultures before printing became cheap. It's true, though. We still have acting troupes if you ever want to see the play performed. It might have to be a recording instead of live, though.
A maester is someone who trains at the Citadel to read and write, to learn old magic and to learn how to treat illness and injury. I've heard people call them doctors here but I don't know that a doctor is the same as a maester.
[ He'd been using her first name at her direction, but somehow his being used still makes Reid a tiny bit flustered. He should really start expecting it, in Cadelle. ]
Green? [ Oh right, he's coming over. (Reid, you have an eidetic memory.) ] When do you want me there?
[ Oh, that's... effusive. Spencer is just not used to people that aren't long-time, old friends of his being actually excited about seeing him. Suddenly he feels like he should make sure he doesn't look like he rolled out of bed when he shows up, which is a weird feeling.
Good thing FBI nerd chic is appropriate for all occasions, because that's pretty much his whole wardrobe these days. ]
Got it. I can do that. Should I bring anything? I don't visit people very often.
Reid shows up quite promptly, with his hair slightly less of a tousled mess than normal, the only sign of effort visible. When the door opens, he lifts his hand to wave in his characteristic greeting. ]
( Sansa, ever the gracious hostess, is more than happy to have him and has laid out tea and little lemon flavored scones. She doesn't know if tea is a common thing where he's from but she wants to do her best. )
I brewed the green for you, Spencer, but if it's not to your liking I can find something else. I'm just glad you came over.
[ Reid's had more tea here than he has in a month back home, but that has more to do with his coffee addiction, and his lack of visiting people, than anything else. He strides over to his seat, notably without his cane and moving easily this time, as if he'd never been injured. ]
No, no, I'm sure it's fine. I'm not that picky. Honestly, I don't usually have time to do all this socializing. It's kind of nice.
[ He looks vaguely surprised, the interested, looking over at them again and reaching out for one. ]
Doing things for yourself can be satisfying. It must be pretty different to live alone? [ Reid can recall historical depictions of medieval life for nobility, and it wasn't anything like a one bedroom apartment. ]
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You could remember them easier that way.
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Oral tradition was the predominant transmission method for most cultures before printing became cheap. It's true, though. We still have acting troupes if you ever want to see the play performed. It might have to be a recording instead of live, though.
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I didn't think there was.
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Green? [ Oh right, he's coming over. (Reid, you have an eidetic memory.) ] When do you want me there?
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Good thing FBI nerd chic is appropriate for all occasions, because that's pretty much his whole wardrobe these days. ]
Got it. I can do that. Should I bring anything? I don't visit people very often.
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[ Yeah, he's totally smooth. Right.
Reid shows up quite promptly, with his hair slightly less of a tousled mess than normal, the only sign of effort visible. When the door opens, he lifts his hand to wave in his characteristic greeting. ]
Hi. Thanks for having me.
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I brewed the green for you, Spencer, but if it's not to your liking I can find something else. I'm just glad you came over.
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No, no, I'm sure it's fine. I'm not that picky. Honestly, I don't usually have time to do all this socializing. It's kind of nice.
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Well, you are always welcome to come to tea with me. The scones are lemon, if you want to try one. I’ve been learning to bake.
( Sansa laughs a bit at the idea of it - she’d never done that at home. )
My lady mother would be appalled to learn I was without servants but I sort of like the freedom.
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[ He looks vaguely surprised, the interested, looking over at them again and reaching out for one. ]
Doing things for yourself can be satisfying. It must be pretty different to live alone? [ Reid can recall historical depictions of medieval life for nobility, and it wasn't anything like a one bedroom apartment. ]
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( Sansa pours them both tea but pauses before putting anything additional into Reid's. )
Do you take it plain or with sugar?