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usir2019-04-05 09:21 pm
redwhaling) wrote in usir2019-04-05 09:21 pm
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this is an illegal library
Character(s): Billie & Daud
Status: Closed
Location(s): Abandoned House, City of the Free Peoples
Date(s) Early April
About: Billie has an odd taste in reading material.
Warnings: Discussion of dead things, necromancy probably.
"Red, that isn't food," Billie says quietly, tiredly, as she nudges the dragon away from the cover of one of four books sitting on the table next to her. The hatchling has been puttering around the tabletop, nosing what she's brought home with her, making sure it isn't actually food before sprawling out by her arm and stretching wings out with a curious chirp.
So far, having the damn thing is turning out to be like having a kitten around. That's something she can tolerate, seeing how Red isn't actually a cat at all and, speaking from the perspective of a cat, that causes less stereotypical irritation. Prodding at the dragon isn't what she's up to, though.
What she's actually down here for, at a ridiculously early hour of the morning, is paging through one of the books in particular. The first three are professionally bound and well-cared for but the fourth one, in front of her? Handmade, hand-written, and clearly something worth losing sleep over at this hour.
Status: Closed
Location(s): Abandoned House, City of the Free Peoples
Date(s) Early April
About: Billie has an odd taste in reading material.
Warnings: Discussion of dead things, necromancy probably.
"Red, that isn't food," Billie says quietly, tiredly, as she nudges the dragon away from the cover of one of four books sitting on the table next to her. The hatchling has been puttering around the tabletop, nosing what she's brought home with her, making sure it isn't actually food before sprawling out by her arm and stretching wings out with a curious chirp.
So far, having the damn thing is turning out to be like having a kitten around. That's something she can tolerate, seeing how Red isn't actually a cat at all and, speaking from the perspective of a cat, that causes less stereotypical irritation. Prodding at the dragon isn't what she's up to, though.
What she's actually down here for, at a ridiculously early hour of the morning, is paging through one of the books in particular. The first three are professionally bound and well-cared for but the fourth one, in front of her? Handmade, hand-written, and clearly something worth losing sleep over at this hour.