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Crow's coarse shoes carried her towards the library's door. Her wrapped hand pushes it open, the large, wooden doors both sharing ornate carving of the an oaken B and W. Crow's yellow gaze drifts towards the left, then towards the right, as her coarse shoes carried her form a few steps inside. The door slowly closes behind her, the sound echoing off of the arched ceilings and between the columns of white stone. The paned windows showed the rain pouring outside, the hanging lights illuminating the book shelves upon the left and right of the room. Equally sparse tables of wood, with matching chairs, lined the inner left and right of the room, with a carpet of ornately-decorated green.
Crow's shoes scuff and scrape against the carpet as her form moves in-between the chairs, her gaze drifting towards the bookshelves. Her right hand lifts upward, drawing her fingertip along the books' spines, her gaze drifting between their titles. Her coarse shows carry her form towards each book case in turn, the clock upon the wall shifting its hands from 7 to 9.
Crow's hands lift upwards, grasping the dirtied, three-cornered hat, placing it upon a table. A few minutes later, Crow's form returns to the table, three books within her arms. Placing them upon the table, Crow's form turns about. A few more minutes pass, as the books placed upon the table rise in numbers, Crow's right hand grasping the chair's backing, pulling it towards her. Her rump settles within it, as her hands lift a book and settle it in front of her, her right hand drawing the cover open.
Crow's coarse shoes carried her towards the library's door. Her wrapped hand pushes it open, the large, wooden doors both sharing ornate carving of the an oaken B and W. Crow's yellow gaze drifts towards the left, then towards the right, as her coarse shoes carried her form a few steps inside. The door slowly closes behind her, the sound echoing off of the arched ceilings and between the columns of white stone. The paned windows showed the rain pouring outside, the hanging lights illuminating the book shelves upon the left and right of the room. Equally sparse tables of wood, with matching chairs, lined the inner left and right of the room, with a carpet of ornately-decorated green.
Crow's shoes scuff and scrape against the carpet as her form moves in-between the chairs, her gaze drifting towards the bookshelves. Her right hand lifts upward, drawing her fingertip along the books' spines, her gaze drifting between their titles. Her coarse shows carry her form towards each book case in turn, the clock upon the wall shifting its hands from 7 to 9.
Crow's hands lift upwards, grasping the dirtied, three-cornered hat, placing it upon a table. A few minutes later, Crow's form returns to the table, three books within her arms. Placing them upon the table, Crow's form turns about. A few more minutes pass, as the books placed upon the table rise in numbers, Crow's right hand grasping the chair's backing, pulling it towards her. Her rump settles within it, as her hands lift a book and settle it in front of her, her right hand drawing the cover open.
As he entered the room Seren took a gaze about. The room was not his color but it had books nonetheless. He shuts the door behind his with his hind foot. There were no sounds as he scanned the shelves. His silver claw like nails ran across the books, cover to cover. One of them caught his eye. A careful look at its binding, cover and thickness of the fore edge determined his choice. It was of decent length.
A slight wipsher escaped him on the silence of the library. "Tozeinvu." He then took his book and sat next to Crow, seeing she was the only other person there. He then sat his behind inside of the chair, his reptilian tail curled across his crossed legs. Page one, two, then three as he silently and efficiently read through his book.
A slight wipsher escaped him on the silence of the library. "Tozeinvu." He then took his book and sat next to Crow, seeing she was the only other person there. He then sat his behind inside of the chair, his reptilian tail curled across his crossed legs. Page one, two, then three as he silently and efficiently read through his book.
Crow's gaze lifts upward from an open book, her right hand grasping the dirtied, three-cornered hat and settling it upon her head, the dipping rim covering one eye. Crow's gaze returns to the book, her right hand drawing the small black book, an ink vial, and a quilled pen from the insides of her dirtied, feathered robes. Placing the ink vial upon the table, and the quilled pen within it, Crow's gaze drifts to the small black book. Her left hand presses its thumb upon the bottom of it, opening it, before her thumb flips the pages until a blank page was found.
Crow's gaze drifts towards the book's pictures and print, describing various plant-life. Crow's right hand dips the quilled pen within the ink vial, her finger and thumb pinching the pen. Drawing its tip upon the page of the small black book, moving to draw a rough sketch of the plant, then writing words underneath it. Crow's right hand lifts the quilled pen from the book, her gaze drifting towards the male as he sat down. Crow's gaze lingers upon him, her right hand poised above the small black book, "Why did you sit there."
Crow's gaze drifts towards the book's pictures and print, describing various plant-life. Crow's right hand dips the quilled pen within the ink vial, her finger and thumb pinching the pen. Drawing its tip upon the page of the small black book, moving to draw a rough sketch of the plant, then writing words underneath it. Crow's right hand lifts the quilled pen from the book, her gaze drifting towards the male as he sat down. Crow's gaze lingers upon him, her right hand poised above the small black book, "Why did you sit there."
Seen then placed his book down, although he was not finished. "Well it's it a bit obvious?" He gestured his hand around the large library. "There is no one else present. Why must I sit by myself when I can sit next so someone? Unless my presence update you, does it?" He then paused to lif his book up once more. "However I'd does not matter, I will sit where i please and if you have a major issues then you may take it up with someone else." He was being somewhat stubborn and arrogant but this happens when Seren is riled up.
He the began to recite some words to himself within th book. It was like no other lanquage that was spoken. It sounded alsmost alluring in nature. "Yol, iiz, lom, gol, goraag, toor, krein, bod, kun, vulom, laas ahrk dinok. Daar los trahkiin do dovah. Ko fos vis kos mahlov ol kogaan ahrk uv dur." He then sighs and continued reading his book.
He the began to recite some words to himself within th book. It was like no other lanquage that was spoken. It sounded alsmost alluring in nature. "Yol, iiz, lom, gol, goraag, toor, krein, bod, kun, vulom, laas ahrk dinok. Daar los trahkiin do dovah. Ko fos vis kos mahlov ol kogaan ahrk uv dur." He then sighs and continued reading his book.
Crow's head shakes softly, her dirtied, three-cornered hat shifting subtly, "No, it is not." Crow's gaze lingers upon the male, before drifting towards the empty chairs. Her gaze returns to the male, her eyebrows crossing faintly, "You sat there as a show of your privilege to do so?" A short pause, as Crow's facial features remain neutral, "Your presence does not interest me."
Crow's right hand placed itself upon the small black book, opening it between her fingers. Her left hand pinches the quilled pen between finger and thumb, moving the pen's tip upon the book to write. Placing the quilled pen within the ink vial, Crow's gaze returns to the male, "You sit there due to your privilege and power to do so. Both are wasteful displays of either." Crow's right hand grasps the small black book and places it within her robes. Her right hand grasps the ink vial and quilled pen, placing them within her dirtied, feathered robes.
Crow's right hand placed itself upon the small black book, opening it between her fingers. Her left hand pinches the quilled pen between finger and thumb, moving the pen's tip upon the book to write. Placing the quilled pen within the ink vial, Crow's gaze returns to the male, "You sit there due to your privilege and power to do so. Both are wasteful displays of either." Crow's right hand grasps the small black book and places it within her robes. Her right hand grasps the ink vial and quilled pen, placing them within her dirtied, feathered robes.
As Seren's book came to a end he was having mixed feelings about the situation. He couldn't tell if he was angry with her or just surprised. "Your slight display of aggression has been nullified. Play with your words as you wish, they shall not hurt me." He got up and placed his book back where he had found it.
After scrolling over the library's bookshelves once more he had found another book to satisfy him. This one was quite thick with a blue cover and red ribbon tied to the bindings. He then sat in the same spot once more, this time introducing himself as he read into his new book. "And my name is Seren." A small plume of smoke escaped his nostrils.
After scrolling over the library's bookshelves once more he had found another book to satisfy him. This one was quite thick with a blue cover and red ribbon tied to the bindings. He then sat in the same spot once more, this time introducing himself as he read into his new book. "And my name is Seren." A small plume of smoke escaped his nostrils.
Crow's hands grasped a book from her own stacks, placing it upon the open book in front of her. Crow's covered hand pulled the cover to the left, opening it. The book held writings and strange symbols. Crow's gaze drifts from left, to right, her pointer finger shifting from one line to the line beneath it.
After a few minutes, Crow's hand turns the page, and her gaze drifts towards the male, "Aggression? Your statement is neither true nor false. And I am not playing with you." Crow's gaze drifts back toward the book, "It is best to leave observations to the observant." Without glancing towards him, "My name is Crow."
After a few minutes, Crow's hand turns the page, and her gaze drifts towards the male, "Aggression? Your statement is neither true nor false. And I am not playing with you." Crow's gaze drifts back toward the book, "It is best to leave observations to the observant." Without glancing towards him, "My name is Crow."
He then exhaled another puff if smoke through his nose. "So your not toying with my emotions yet you are not angry nor upset? Gods you are quite the interesting one." A slight smirk grew across the edge of his mouth. After a few flips through the book he found the page he was lookinf for.
"Nii los ni kun tol mu praag, nuz yol nii los ni fask nahsek, nuz thul. Mu praag strun, wuld, ahrk reinsegol." He then stood for a minute, and unsheathed the large blade he placed against the wall. A crimson gem started to glow inside of it's hilt.
"Nii los ni kun tol mu praag, nuz yol nii los ni fask nahsek, nuz thul. Mu praag strun, wuld, ahrk reinsegol." He then stood for a minute, and unsheathed the large blade he placed against the wall. A crimson gem started to glow inside of it's hilt.
Crow's finger slows to a stop, as her gaze drifts towards the male. Her yellow eyes hold there, briefly, before drifting towards the book, "I have no interest in doing so and I would not willingly waste my time and words in doing so." Crow's right hand pinches the book's next page between finger and thumb, before drawing it to the left. Crow's gaze lingers upon the symbols and drawings, before her gaze drifts towards the male, "What language do those words belong to? And when you speak them, who do you speak to?"
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