Jilletta is a tell. It is all that she has ever known or cared to do. Yet she doesn\u2019t always like her work. She is good at her work. She should be, since she is the daughter of the greatest tell ever. Her father was considered to be at the apex of the art. His confidence and delivery were the inspiration for most of the advances in this century.
\nJilletta while very good, struggles to inspire the way her father had.
\nYou see, Jilletta had a secret. She actually understood the stories. She could have as easily been an eng, if it weren\u2019t for the expectation that she follow in her father\u2019s path. And it was a good path. But it was very unusual for a tell to understand what an eng got from the stories.
\nBollant was a brilliant eng. He had worked with the best tells, and knew how best to translate the stories. Part of his brilliance was that he also understood the value of the stories. Though he would never share it in public, he had shaped some of the better stories used by the tells. Most of the time, they weren\u2019t even aware that he was changing their stories.
\nIn Zirnan, it wasn\u2019t just unusual for a tell and eng not to understand the others role. It was nearly, if not entirely, barged. Had anyone known that Jilletta and Bollant were crossovers, they might have been flogged.
\nJilletta and Bollant didn\u2019t exactly hide their nature. But it was something that they didn\u2019t exactly share either. What they did share was lunch each day.
\nJilletta always had a peanut butter and banana sandwich. Bollant always had something new. Rarely ever did he have the same thing twice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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