PYXIS
A GENTLE SOUL
What a strange place this was, he thought as he walked, his tiny body easily making its way between shelves.
Books, wasn't that what they were? Books upon books, some dusty and old, others clean, and his eyes were huge as they took in the gold lettering on some spines and the silver on others. Writing that he could read just so. Ancient books, by the looks of it, but perhaps there was something for him to read?
Pyxis carefully picked his way around, ears straining to hear anything other than his own tiny hooves on the floor, the click clack, and he blinked, grateful for the light that was in the building. Had it not been for that, he would have been bumping in to everything nose first and stumbling, literally blind. Here and there, he could hear the scampering of paws, and could see the movements here and there.
A smile formed, and he reached, leaning up on hind legs and placing his front hooves on a shelf before he grabbed a book, pulling it. Failing, he was glad when a helper appeared, grabbing it for him and leading the way with a bushy tail to a brightly lit spot. It set it down, and he wandered over, flopping on to the warm bedding before nosing it open, beginning to read, curious.
Books, wasn't that what they were? Books upon books, some dusty and old, others clean, and his eyes were huge as they took in the gold lettering on some spines and the silver on others. Writing that he could read just so. Ancient books, by the looks of it, but perhaps there was something for him to read?
Pyxis carefully picked his way around, ears straining to hear anything other than his own tiny hooves on the floor, the click clack, and he blinked, grateful for the light that was in the building. Had it not been for that, he would have been bumping in to everything nose first and stumbling, literally blind. Here and there, he could hear the scampering of paws, and could see the movements here and there.
A smile formed, and he reached, leaning up on hind legs and placing his front hooves on a shelf before he grabbed a book, pulling it. Failing, he was glad when a helper appeared, grabbing it for him and leading the way with a bushy tail to a brightly lit spot. It set it down, and he wandered over, flopping on to the warm bedding before nosing it open, beginning to read, curious.
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