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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 1:06 pm
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Borr's explorations of the tower had been shallow strolls through the halls, peeking here and there for anything interesting, but the quiet solemnity of the Death clan didn't offer much in the way of excitement. He'd been deliberately avoiding the temple, not yet comfortable with reminders of his family, and so now he loitered in the barren library.
Barren wasn't an entirely accurate description as there seemed to be small collections crowded here and there, but a great many shelves were bare or with only single volumes. He'd been hoping for help with his brewing, books on plants or ingredients, even a cook book would have been a nice refresher but instead he found a lot of very dry histories (things some priestess had probably saved, something viewed as 'valuable').
The biggest surprise were the small bound volumes that looked to be hand written and the covers fairly new. There were (some crudely) drawn covers with blowing wind and horseman bursting from their blouses as they embraced on mountain tops or amongst piles of human corpses.
The large horseman ended up sitting, hunched and oversized, in a chair with one of the books clutched in his giant hands. The cover had a red headed war horseman dipping a sable haired stallion in his arms. Both had rippling muscles and were covered in blood splatter... and it was awful.. and amazing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 10:51 am
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It was still a sad thing to see; empty shelves, history lost, knowledge forgotten. Nergui mourned those losses, they made her heart hurt, but still, the library was one of her personal haunts. A place of refuge, quiet and calm, where she felt utterly at ease. It was so familiar to the mare, an anchor to her past and a piece of her future. She loved the smell of the paper and ink, the scrawl of hand written pages and the press of titles into the cured leather that bound them all together. She missed her tower, the circular room with it's overflowing shelves, but this could do, did do, in it's stead, and she and Soren were working on building their own collection back home.
But she was here today, creeping quietly though the aisles, between shelves, through the woefully lacking volumes. Lamenting the emptiness, though each new addition she noted brought a certain measure of pleasure. They were not lost. They were rebuilding. One day they would thrive again.
The future was here.
She was tracing fingertips along the spines of a few newer additions when the soft sound breathing and the turn of a page pulled her attention. It often did, forcus fleeting. A glance, and usually back to the books, but the stallion she spotted sitting on his own was a mountain of a male, and she couldn't help the lingering stare, the blink of mismatched eyes.
Then she spotted the volume in his hands, the tell tale art of the cover, and though she tried to suppress it, the priestess let out a soft, amused giggle.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 9:20 am
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Interesting was certainly one way to describe the salacious romance novels. Nergui's smile remained, unwavering, as she took in the pile of books stacked up beside his chair. Curious as to if he'd been the one to collect them all, or if they had been their when he took the seat and merely picked up the top most volume out of curiosity.
As he stood her eyes widened a touch, but the priestess was used to Giants like Soren and Wrath, and though thicker than either, he wasn't anymore physically imposing.
"You aren't in my way." She wasn't headed anywhere in particular, at least not at the moment. "What's your name?"
Perhaps a bold question, but introductions were proper protocol for a first meeting, and Nergui had definitely never met him before, she would have remembered.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 9:15 am
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His name rang no bells, but his late wife, that was a name she recognized. Mismatched eyes blinked, features sobering just a touch, and she tipped her head in a respectful nod of a bow. "I'm sorry for your loss. I did not know well, but I was familiar with her." In truth, Nergui had been a solitary creature in the past. There were few priestesses she had known beyond the recognition of name and face.
Taking another step closer she offered the large stallion her hand. "I'm Nergui. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask." The mare was an Elder, she had been there for the fall, the slow recovery in the reserve, and their triumphant rise into the tower of the ancients.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 7:37 pm
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A pleased little smile touched dark lips as he lay the ghost of a kiss against the back of her hand. More a tickle of whiskers then the brush lips, but respectful all the same. "The pleasure is mine."
Brows arched at the mention of a mead hall, and those glittering eyes lit up. "Do tell." It had been a long time since the mare had had good, strong mead brewed by a member of her own clan. It was a taste she mourned. "I will have to pay your establishment a visit."
As Borr's gaze drifted, her's followed, and she gave a small nod at his question. "The library is woefully barren still, but there are merchants in the market place that are selling new and recovered books. I was just there myself not too long ago, and we found a scroll on gardening. I would imagine you could find something more to your tastes there." She couldn't recall if she'd seen anything on brewing specifically, but there had been a wide variety.
"It you ever find yourself seeking out reference for history, I myself have been amassing collection since the fall of the isles, and I would not mind sharing." He would, of course, be required to come to her home to peruse her personal collection, but that shouldn't be a problem.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 5:54 pm
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She would definitely be seeking out his place, and she would bring Soren along with her. The stallion would surely love having the chance to visit a horsemen tavern again, and aside from hard ciders, the two had not yet done much drinking together. It was one more avenue they could go down together.
The was a note of something in his soft turn down of her offer, and a thoughtful look crossed the priestess' dark features before she gave a small dip of her chin in a nod, smile returning. "I understand." They had all lost much in the fall of the aisles, some more than others, but there was pain enough to go around. However a horseman chose to handle that pain, they had that right. Nergui wouldn't pry, she had her own losses.
The tower was an easier thing to talk about, and Borr had picked the right mare to ask about it. Her smile brightened, proud. "Certainly it is no circle of islands, but it is home. We are want for nothing within these strong walls." It was hard to say, but it was possible that Nergui's affection for their tower home sprung from having endured existence in the reserve. They had had nothing, built from the ground up with sticks and mud and scrapes from Halloween. It could hardly be considered existence, let alone living.
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