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[readbytwilight.insanejournal.com]

Who: Zexion, Librarian, others
Where: The Library
When: Day 203, early afternoon
What: Books

[There had been . . . reservations, about visiting Sabra's library. Half-real memories, echoes of a reluctance from another time, another life. But the humidity creeping into the air, the scent of earth soaked with water (however wrong, however just a bit off that scent is from what it should be) result in echoes of another kind, and so it is that a lone Hydra has made his way there today, walking the stacks, pausing every so often to brush fingers over a leather-bound spine, or move certain delicate books from the lower racks to the higher.]

Comments

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

. . . Maybe you should come to the house later.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

The house?

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

Home. The dorm.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

You would not be unhappy about my presence?

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

I just invited you, didn't I?

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

Ah -- well --yes. You did.

[flustered]

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

So you'll come?

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

Yes.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

Good.

. . . [reaches over to pat :(]

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[leans in for skritches ;;; a feather falls out.]

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

[what!! p-picks it up]

Was that supposed to—?

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[looks faintly embarrassed]

-- ah. That has been happening a lot lately. Pay it no heed.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

But—. . . Aren't you worried about it?

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

Of course I am worried about it.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

. . . I'm sorry.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

[blink]

For what?

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

That it's happening?

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

Ah. Well. I have to conserve my power. Other things take precedence.

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

If you say so . . .

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

If you are worried, then helping me with the library would ease ... this.

[shakes a wing at the fallen feather]

[sharksong.insanejournal.com]

I came to save the books anyway, so I can do that.

[sabra_la_npcs2.insanejournal.com]

Thank you.