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"I can't believe it," Kitsuki mutters, smacking her face with one hand. "We went through all this crap and he could've just cut a damn hole. . . argh. . ." Her grumbling fades away as the hole seals up behind them and they're deposited in the bookstore.
Kaligo hesitates for less than a second as Winter tugs at his arm. On the one hand, he wants to listen to Stanos; he wants to know what to expect. But on the other hand. . .
Well, it's not as if I haven't been to the dragon lands before. Just never as a guest.
Kaligo's hands hover over the shelves before he picks one out with an attractive blue cover.
The mental image of Gen reading bedtime stories to Winter is too much to resist. Kitsuki stifles a snicker as she leans against a bookshelf. The books don't interest her. She's never been much of an intellectual. Books are boring. She's got places to go, people to meet, hoards to plunder.
(She also can't read, but don't tell anyone that.)
Stanos, meanwhile, is twitching at Mo`re's flippant remarks. Rude, uncouth. . . has he no respect?! The least he can do is keep his thoughts to himself. He bites the inside of his cheek in an effort to calm his temper. It's difficult to anger someone as composed as Stanos, but there are some things that can't take quietly. Gryrnath give me strength to endure this company. . .
"Calm, Stanos," Alexandra murmurs from just behind him, not quite loud enough for anyone else to hear. She's skimming the bookshelves as well, pausing at the more interesting titles and making interested noises. "Don't let the stone man crack, now."
The surprise evoked by Alexandra's sudden interruption breaks Stanos's irritation enough to clear his throat and speak, without dwelling on any of the ambiguities. "I know not what you mean by 'game plan,'" he says, "and in truth, there is not much to say. I will guide you to the Council City, and you will go before the Council. It is the Council who will decide what to do from there." He pauses, briefly. "But if you do not know it, then I can tell you the legend of Tilbairn, the All-Mother, and the prophecy of her Voice."
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"Of course you don't." It's obvious from his tone that Mo`re believes that about as much as Death telling him he'd really take him this time. The joke got old after the first couple hundred times.
"Well I think we've dallied about long enough. Let's be off, shall we?" Nahr reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of small scissors. Not so surprising to those who know him, he simply grabs a piece of reality and starts cuting, until he forms a hole leading back to his bookstore. "All ashore that's going ashore."
"If you could do that before, why didn't you do that to get us to the book?"
The Scion of Order merely gives Gen a blank look.
"...nevermind." The mage practically pushes both Winter and Kaligo through the hole first before following, with everyone else save Nahr filing in afterward. Eventually he crosses the threshold as well, the hole sealing itself up once he's on the other side. "Well?"
"Now I go to hide the book, while Stanos here can tell you what to expect as you get ready for Council City." Nahr hums to himself as he disappears into the back. "Oh yes," he pauses, calling over his shoulder, "There's a nice section of books in the corner for Winter to look at if he wants to pass the time."
Now out of the dreary land, Winter looks remarkably better. Hearing Nahr's suggestion, he takes Kaligo's hand and heads towards a rather brightly colored bookshelf, smiling as he looks at the titles.
//is about nature spirits and magic places. Gen has some too, would read to Winter when small-small.//
"Perhaps we can take a few with us, then. Most dragons I've met are known to be long winded. This Council City sounds like dragon politicians. We'll be there for a decade just listening to opening speeches, I bet."
Asmindr just snorts at this, though he doesn't deny it. It's hard to argue the truth. Besides, he knows he's not one of those longwinded, crashing boars, so it doesn't matter what Mo`re says about them far as the small dragon is concerned.
"Well I'm not budging 'till I hear a game plan, so start spilling, Stanos."
o/` and I feel fiiiiiiine o/`
Nice? I am being nice! I'm just not a very nice person!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," is Alexandra's glib reply to Mo`re. And in all truth, she didn't. She's not psychic, and she's never claimed to possess any kind of clairvoyant powers. But she does have pretty good hunches, and a great deal of experience to back it up.
"You have that right," Kaligo murmurs, wrapping an arm around Winter. This place feels too much. . . home. Or where he came from, since he can't--doesn't--really consider it home.
Stanos, meanwhile, has been watching everything in a state of o_o, especially the appearance of Skillet-sama. Moreover, how Mo`re is perfectly fine after being pounded by it. He decides not to question things and recovers quickly enough to bow and reply to Nahr. He's not stupid; he knows when he's in the presence of someone who knows far more than he does, and maybe even than the Council does.
After all, he knows about the flood, and that was before Stanos had even been a twinkle in his great-grandfather's eye.
"As you say."
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