Ponderlings

Curled out of question marks scribbled in margins.

Their job

Ponderlings read what you wrote, every line twice: once for what you wrote, and once for what you meant. Wherever those two don't match, they leave a question in the margin. Never an answer. Quireling ink won't hold one.

What they love

• Margins wide enough to sit in
• The word "why"
• A character who surprises them
• Reading the same page twice and finding something new

What they can't stand

"Because the plot needed it to happen."

A secret

A Ponderling doesn't need its glasses to see. It needs them to look closer.