And N. L. Nosleni was born

Before I fell in love with words and sounds, before I was enthralled by Tolkien’s work, I was as passionate student of codes. Codes only keep a young child busy for so long though before she wishes to start using her own.

I was not an outgoing child, and only had a few friends that I chose to interact with everyday. Those girls stuck by me in everything. They put up with me teaching them ciphers, and pig pen, and morse code, and soon everything we did was in code. We carried pen and paper everywhere in the event that something would need to be encoded or decoded, and we grew bored. We began to convene in our hideway beneath the surface, and we held secret meetings in the woods. Our new words took the form of simple ciphers, and our simple shift took on new forms until we had a new language spilling forth from our lungs.

It wasn’t long before our secret language brewed a secret society, and to fit our little world, our names had to change as well. And N. L. Nosleni began her adventures.