Seed Runner of the Morphological Markets · non-binary
Oleander smuggles languages out of Glossolaria, and back into people. The Charter says nothing leaves the glass. Oleander says a seed in a jar is a funeral that never ends, and takes cuttings, quietly, at night, sealed in phials sewn inside their coat, to wherever there is a mouth willing to learn: a schoolteacher in Cornwall, a grandson in Oklahoma, a choir on the Isle of Man. They have done it nineteen times. Three of those languages now have children. They are charming, evasive and practical...
From the simulation The Architecture of Babel.