Chapter Four Hundred and Seventy-Nine   - List Your Strengths"Hi!" I said as I stepped into the room.It wasn't a room that I hadn't been in before, but it had been... well, at least a week or two since I visited. There weren't that many changes. The bookshelf against one wall had a couple more books stuffed into it, and there was maybe an extra pillow or two on the bed itself.It was strange, but this room didn't feel super... Amaryllis-y.Awen's room felt like Awen's room, because there were tools and trinkets and all sorts of stuff all over the place. Caprica's room was very neat and tidy, her bed was always done so well that I could have bounced a gold coin off the sheets, and her clothing and gear was stored just so.But Amaryllis' place was just... a smidge messy, but not dirty. There was a feather on the floor, and that's about all there was to show that it was hers. Maybe the books could help, since they were all books about magic and such, but that was it.Strange. But then again... I guessed that Amaryllis wasn't the kind of girl that needed a space to herself. She didn't seem to care as much about things like that."What are you doing here?" Amaryllis asked. She was in the midst of packing some things in a small chest. A set of nib-sharpeners from the Snowlands, some bottles of blue ink from Inkwren, tiny knick knacks I didn't recognize. Little things that we'd picked up as we went around."I need help," I said with a serious nod."Oh?" Amaryllis asked. "What kind of trouble did you land yourself in now?""Hey! I'm not in trouble... um, I don't think. I have questions about skills and stuff, and you're my walking-talking-snarking exposition bird.""I don't know what that is, and yet I feel like I ought to be insulted anyway," Amaryllis replied. "So, questions about skills? I'm assuming your recent level-ups have brought this about?"I nodded. Booksie and Rhawrexdee's mission to speed-level her was working well so far. Three levels for my favourite book-bun in only two days. That was a crazy pace, especially for levels past the first ten or so."Yeah, I've got a heap of empty skill slots now, and they're not filling up naturally."Amaryllis scowled. "How many are we talking here?""Uh, none for my Cinnamon Bun Bun class, one for my Wonderlander, and I have four open slots for my general skills."Amaryllis stared at me. "Broccoli, how often do you forget about levels and skills?"I pressed my fingers together and refused to meet her gaze. "Just sometimes?""Yes, I can see that," she snarked snarkily. She pulled out a plume from her writing kit, then a small wooden plank from a shelf. It had a dip on the top, for an inkwell, and a small clip to hold a page in place. She set it all up, then gestured towards the small desk squeezed into the corner of her room next to the porthole. "Sit," she ordered.I sat.Amaryllis placed the writing stuff in front of me. "Write down your skills and such, the same way they appear to you. Which, by the way, is something you should never ever do.""You're telling me to do something I shouldn't do?" I asked. We'd done this once before, but that had been a while ago. I vaguely recalled getting the same warning then."That's right. Letting others know about your skills is dangerous and irresponsible. Or it can be. There are levels of complexity to this. A normal labourer probably has nothing to worry about, but any noble or highly ranked individual would do well to keep their skills and abilities to themselves. Anything else is foolhardy.""So... I shouldn't do what you told me to?""Only if you don't trust me," she said.I pouted. That was silly. Of course I trusted her. I pinched the tip of my tongue between my lips and started writing. Amaryllis crowded in above me, reading what I wrote even as I wrote it. At some point I had to stop and refocus because I was writing it all in English and Amaryllis didn't read that, so I had to think in the local language.

Name

Broccoli Bunch

Race

Bun (Riftwalker)

First Class

Cinnamon Bun Bun

First Class Level

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