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Feb 15, 2021 08:36AM
Dahlia climbs up the book ladder and organizes some books. She looks at the magnificent library and smiles.
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Dahlia walks out of the library.
((Is she the other bookkeeper? Just popping in!))
Elias enters the library, stacked with beautiful book of all kinds. He smiles at the bookkeeper, who had always been kind to him. Eli spots Nephinae. “Hello,’ he says from behind.
Elias laughs. “Nothing really. Master sent me here to do some studying. What about you?”
“What hobby?” Elias asks curiously. “Reading?”
“That’s cool! Mine always literally blow up in my face,” Elias laughs.
“I can do spells. Mostly fixing things. Cuts, tears, mugs. I even mended a broken arm once,” he says proudly.
Elias nods. “I think that’s what I want to focus on. Healing magic.”
“Not a hag, of course. But healing.” He amends.
“Yeah, it would be,” Eli agrees.
Elias watches, fascinated. Wish I could do that.”
“I wish I could do this,” Eli says, voicing his thoughts.
Elias smiles. “Nah, I’m too clumsy. It’s just cool,” he says,
Eli nods, a bit lost.
“Okay,” Eli says, doing trusting her.
((K))“Okay,” Elias says, sitting down.
Elias yawns and reads his book.
((Can Dahlia pop into the library?))
Dahlia walks into the library.
((good choice. BOOKS))
((Lol she's also the bookkeeper.))
Dahlia goes to the farthest bookshelf and starts organizing.
Dahlia goes to the farthest bookshelf and starts organizing.
((Lol he’s at the wizards hall))
Dahlia continues to organize, not noticing someone walk in.
Tristan keeps his head down, not speaking to anyone.
Dahlia climbs down from the ladder. She turns around and sees someone standing there. "Hello?" She asks.
"How may I help you?" he says softly.
"Number 112 ma'am," he corrects gently. "But you may call me what you like."
Dahlia smiled sadly. She had seen this all too often. "Well, what can I help you with?" She asks
"I have been summoned to help the bookkeeper," Number 112 answers.
"Well, I guess you can help me dust and organize." She says quietly.
Number 112 nods and does as she says. A silent tear tickles down his cheek as he turns away from her.
Dahlia looks up at the ceiling. Why? She wonders.
Number 112 does it's best to keep away from her. It knew that they did it just to tourtre them both.
Dahlia walks over to Number 112. "112?" She asks "Can we umm...talk?" she asks
Fiel was sleeping ontop of a bookshelf, having decided it was a good spot.
Number 112 nods mutely and walks over to her.
"Are you ok?" She asks. "You seem...distant. Why won't you talk to me?" She asks
"We are not supposed to talk with our superiors unless spoken to," number 112 answers sadly.
"Well. I say you can talk to me whenever you want." She says
"Not here, not now," he whispers. He motions for her to follow him as they approach a secluded part of the library. He loved to be here before, so he knew every inch, much like Dahlia. He closes and lock the door. "Dahlia," he says softly, a tear running down his face and wraps her in an embrace.
Dahlia hugs him back, quietly crying. "Tristan." She says still crying. "Are you ok?"
"As well as I can be," he answers, then shows his forearm. "They branded me."
She looks at the branding, still crying. She looks up at him. "How long till your service is over?" She asks, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything," he says sadly. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too." She says hugging him again.
