UNDERNEATH IT ALL, WE'RE JUST SAVAGES | PRIVATE

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Bast and Margy had been supplying her with books for as long as she could recall. Seeing all of the room's treasures, she wondered if a few of the more...not family friendly fairytales from her aunt had come from this room. She'd read the family friendly versions as well, but the binding was newer, less loved, unlike a few of the books she'd gotten. Some of them she'd been too afraid to open, their spine looking like an autumn leaf. The picture was astounding though, she'd seen little but paintings in her mother's keep and barely had any wall decor of her own. Photographs were still a mystery to one still so young.

Pele rose from her own seat, interested in that which shined in what little light was provided to the room. Sometimes this was gold leaf book titles, other times the flicker of a crystal or gem from some faraway part of the land. Some of these books, like the album Margaery was currenty holding, held photos of old family, scenery and it seemed as though each picture titled with her aunt's name was a different person after a while. It was fascinating, but also a bit frightful, to think that someone could live that long while the world changed around them.

She picked up three things, an older looking necklace, a red bound book (oddly mostly empty), and an oddly carved stick which had caught her eye. She placed them in front of her aunt. "Auntie Margy, what stories go with these? The book's barely written in, and the stick, well it sticks out like a sore thumb."
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