[Library] A Thief Amongst The Books [Open]

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[Library] A Thief Amongst The Books [Open]

Postby Sabre Duskryn on February 10th, 2012, 7:38 pm

Tenth of Winter 511AV
Confusion surged through the young females mind as her dark hazel optics took in the sight before her; tower after tower of books! The aisles were full, every shelf neatly stacked in alphabetical order in the names of their authors, each page filled with infinite knowledge. Sabre doubted that any living man had time to read their every word; no mind alive would have the capacity to hold such things. At least, that's what she thought. Why did people take such pleasure in reading? Although, like most questions, she knew it would not be answered.
The sounds of her boots tapping on the floor seemed to echo throughout the whole building, causing her cheeks to warm to a distinct shade of red in contrast with the rest of her pallid flesh. A few of the scholars and students raised their eyes from their books, their spectacles having fallen quite far down their noses due to their posture when leaning over their papers and such. Clearly she looked out of place here. A thief, a troublemaker there in a place of peace and learning. Perhaps subconsciously she had brought herself here to become a better person, to become literate.
Sabre's cloak was slightly dripping as the winter snow melted into droplets of water, making a dangerous trail wherever she walked on the marble flooring. Most of her body was hidden beneath the thick cloth folds, her body shrouded from the harsh winds and judging eyes of others; she did not wear anything trendy or stylish, for two simple reasons - she did not have the money, and even if she did, it would not be appropriate attire for one such as herself. Steering her body in the direction of some thinner looking books she raised her hand from underneath the warm folds and pulled out the first one she saw. The strange lettering on the front was hard to read, but then, she'd never gone to school, and her father had never had the time to teach her; she was always working on the farm and said that books were complete nonsense, he said that knowledge did not earn a better income.
Sabre's eyes glanced from left to right, checking that no one was watching her squint at the pages and raise the book closer and further away from her face in confusion at the strange lettering.
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[Library] A Thief Amongst The Books [Open]

Postby Ndale Soromund on February 12th, 2012, 7:09 am

By far it was her favorite place in all of Zeltiva. The amount of words stored in one place…it always made a comfortable feeling creep into the pit of her stomach. This feeling she knew, it was one of the few. It was a feeling she remember back from when she lived on Mura as a child. She felt the smile tug at the edges of her lips and she quickly shed her jacket, the building blocking out the crisp of the afternoon air. Every time she entered here she always felt the urge to skip, much like she seen the children do on their way to the sweet shops.

She wasn’t sure what she would leaf through today, perhaps more on cryptography? She had yet to look into that. Or maybe more techniques for her hammer, she did not fancy getting tied up again. As if remembering she rubbed her arms slightly, that had been a very painful experience. Nodding to herself Ndale headed in the general direction of where the fighting style books were, she hated asking for directions, she would find the book she was looking for, eventually.

However, her trek was cut short as she slipped on small puddle of water, barely managing to catch herself she glanced at the water. What her eyes followed her body mimicked and she found herself stopping abruptly at the end of the trail, a young woman standing before her, the book in her hand tilting this way and that.

What was she doing?

She continued to watch her, the way her posture was slightly tense, much like Ndale’s own when she was in a place she didn’t know. But mainly she caught how her eyes were squinted, something she was quite familiar with when her eyes began to blur the words and letters. Yet…the way she moved the book…

Ah. Now she understood, grinning like someone who had just solved all the lost Mizaharian history, Ndale moved towards the woman and tapped the book slightly.


“You cannot read can you?”
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Postby Sabre Duskryn on February 12th, 2012, 1:37 pm

After several minutes of staring blankly at the pages Sabre was about ready to through the infernal thing at a wall! Foul words lay upon her tongue, although she dared not speak them in such a peaceful place; the readers and scholars would scowl at her, which would most likely cause her already hard-to-miss features to be noticed much easier. She was tired of running. Her body ached from the chilling cold and surging hunger; perhaps soon she would have to rely on her bestial form to travel and run from knights and other law enforcers.
As the young Kelvic's frustration grew she yanked back her soaking hood from where the snow had melted into the cloth, her hair was a brilliant silvery white, straight in style and it's length fell down to just past the bottom of her shoulderblades, a few of the locks had been shaped to cover her scarred eye, the left one. Her features were strangely feline like, her deep, dark hazel eyes had pupils like rugby (to Americans, a rugby ball is an american football) balls, and when she opened her lips the tips of white, elongated and somewhat sharpened canines were exposed. Listening out into the quiet Library Sabre flinched every so often when someone closed a book a little too roughly; so she almost screamed at the sound of someone's shoes squeaking and the gasp of air that rushed from a persons mouth as they fell upon the water puddles Sabre had accidently left behind her leading to where she stood.
Once her heart rate had lowered to a more steady pulse she breathed out a long sigh, glancing up to the woman who'd approached her with a malevolent look around her eyes. Clearly offended by her question and choice of words, almost as though she was down-sizing her simply because she had the know-how to read whatever she wanted. Distaste burned on her tongue like foul acid.
"I can! Just... Not very well."
Sabre spoke sharply, her voice was very feminine yet slightly husky from the flu she'd caught during her travels, the moment she spoke she felt regret overwhelm her; this lady seemed to be harmless.. Maybe she was just making a general observation? Or just indicating that she'd be willing to help Sabre become literate.. With yet another sigh passing her plump lip she lowered the book onto a pine table behind her, and settled herself down in the chair, her eyes just staring lifelessly at the cover.
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Postby Ndale Soromund on February 13th, 2012, 6:57 am

Defensive.

It was a word that was becoming more common in her mind. Many people seemed to be defensive and standoffish around her. As if she was attacking them, then again she vaguely remembered someone mentioning to her she should not berate people with a barrage of questions upon meeting them. But what else was she supposed to do?


“I can! Just…not very well.” There was a quick flash of canines as the woman spoke that shocked her and she took three steps back, an odd noise torn from the back of her throat. Her posture immediately went into the defensive, ready for the other obvious Kelvic to attack, the woman had to be a cat or dog of some sort and neither was her friend.

She’d probably eat her.

But the woman did neither, instead letting loose a heavy sigh and slumping down into the nearest chair. It took a few moments for Ndale’s fight or flee mode to stop and allow her to not change and attempt to peck the other girl’s eyes out.

Moving with much more caution Ndale seated herself across from the other guest, her fingers reaching out to tap the book once again. Her eyes scanning over the page briefly before flicking up with some anxiousness to the woman across from her. She felt a bit foolish, for she was no Konti and her coloring was an obvious give away, there was not much else she could be but her species sense of smell was poor at best. She was pretty sure her was worse than the averages humans. There was no doubt this woman knew what she was as well.


“Would you like help?”

Of course, once a fool, always a fool. Ndale had managed to smoother her fear to dissect it at a later time, right now there was someone who could not read. She wanted to help, true, but her reasons were not completely kind either, she wanted to know why someone couldn’t read. After all, it was a basic skill, wasn’t it?

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