Anna blinked and looked around. This… wasn’t her kitchen. Or any other room in her house. She threw her head back and stomped her feet softly in complaint.
After her brief moment of self pity, she started paying attention to her surroundings. She heard a voice and turned around a corner to see where it was coming from.
“Euh…” She frowned slightly and read the flash card. “Synonymous.”
His brows pull to a visible crease and bewilderment plagues his lost stare. There isn’t a point in attempting to parrot the word. Three-letter-words were newly mastered, and he has yet to reach the packet carrying English words without their respective pictures. He’s heard Rebecca often describe the woes of children expected to spell these terms.
“Can you use it in a sentence?”
“Maybe. I can’t promise that it will be a good sentence.” She smiled and crossed her arms as she tried to think of one, her eyes following a stray wisp of magic. There was an unusually large amount of it.
“Happy is synonymous with joy.” She shrugged. “It isn’t the most useful of words.”
Fingers skitter across an enlarged flashcard, flexing into raised lettering of a single word. The thumb grazes the slope of its edge, and his brows crease as he attempts to mouth the term. It’s clear that the pharaoh is struggling to read. His voice lifts with chipped pronunciation and with piecemeal comprehension, he extends the card for his company.
“Will you pronounce this for me?”
Anna blinked and looked around. This… wasn’t her kitchen. Or any other room in her house. She threw her head back and stomped her feet softly in complaint.
After her brief moment of self pity, she started paying attention to her surroundings. She heard a voice and turned around a corner to see where it was coming from.
“Euh…” She frowned slightly and read the flash card. “Synonymous.”
Fae Bae 