Sometimes Ali wished she was more of a reader. Her schooling under the tutelage of Bloody Margo had been haphazard at best, mostly consisting of weapons drills and proper maintenance thereof. When she’d been captured and enslaved by the Red Vixen, her new owner had taken pains to make sure Ali got a more formal education using online university resources. After much effort she’d succeeded in gaining a General Education certificate, equivalent to a foxen pre-university diploma, at age twenty-two. So while she could read a book or shorter text as well as any other educated foxen, Ali would be hard pressed to say she really enjoyed it.
Which meant on days like this, when Salli wasn’t around to serve, there weren’t any sims or games she wanted to play, and she’d gone through every non-interactive vid on her personal stream, Ali was at something of a loss for what to do.
( So she talks to some family. )
Which meant on days like this, when Salli wasn’t around to serve, there weren’t any sims or games she wanted to play, and she’d gone through every non-interactive vid on her personal stream, Ali was at something of a loss for what to do.
( So she talks to some family. )