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Serendipity. n.
Torren found himself within the library on accident. Not particularly looking for anything, just the knowledge of the building's purpose, he ducked his head to find himself pleasantly surprised. Lulled in by the quiet and sight of books nestled in shelves, he stepped inside. There's a reverence in the way he breathes softly, inhaling the scent of something he loves dearly with all his heart.
The library lacks the grandeur of the one his family possessed within their home but there is beauty in simplicity. A library's worth came from the stories within, not from fanciness. The oak peeking through the old ceiling makes him smile, fascinated by the ancientness it suggested of the building. How long has it stood, for nature to reclaim it's place?
His wandering halts in place when he hears the soft shuffle of paws nearby. Of course, it's a library. Torren blinks, then quickly turns a corner. For a moment, his breath catches. A moment's enough to make him feel foolish, but her eyes knock the air out of his lungs. Like winter and autumn.
Desperately, he urges his mind to work again, piecing together by the book in her jaws she must be looking for the right shelf. "Hello." I don't know her name. "Do you need help with that?" As if he knew where to look -- just an empty place on a shelf.
Torren found himself within the library on accident. Not particularly looking for anything, just the knowledge of the building's purpose, he ducked his head to find himself pleasantly surprised. Lulled in by the quiet and sight of books nestled in shelves, he stepped inside. There's a reverence in the way he breathes softly, inhaling the scent of something he loves dearly with all his heart.
The library lacks the grandeur of the one his family possessed within their home but there is beauty in simplicity. A library's worth came from the stories within, not from fanciness. The oak peeking through the old ceiling makes him smile, fascinated by the ancientness it suggested of the building. How long has it stood, for nature to reclaim it's place?
His wandering halts in place when he hears the soft shuffle of paws nearby. Of course, it's a library. Torren blinks, then quickly turns a corner. For a moment, his breath catches. A moment's enough to make him feel foolish, but her eyes knock the air out of his lungs. Like winter and autumn.
Desperately, he urges his mind to work again, piecing together by the book in her jaws she must be looking for the right shelf. "Hello." I don't know her name. "Do you need help with that?" As if he knew where to look -- just an empty place on a shelf.
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