Sebastien had sequestered himself away deep within the libraries of Denocte since he had returned from the festival in Solterra where he had met Caelum. He thought of her more each day, and how he needed to ensnare her entirely. He had spent each day from dawn until dusk reading up on what little literature Denocte had about the Fae. What little he had learned so far was that there were two courts that were mentioned without names. The rest of the books were full of fairytales. Sebastien found himself perusing the shelves of the books with a look of boredom on his features as he tried to find something else that might sate him until he could be with Caelum again. There were so many books here. Books on wars. Books on rulers. Books on magic and the rules the author believed magic bowed to. In truth, magic bowed to no one. Not even the one using it. It was like a wellspring nestled in the user's body. It is a thing that takes as much as it gives. For some its energy, for others it's physical.
There are those that practice magic by using objects as conduits. Sebastien sighs and watches the plumes of dust sweep off the shelves in front of him. The scholar cocks a brow at the state of the shelves and heads to the front of the Library to snag a duster. He makes his way through the rows of forgotten shelves and sweeps the duster over it. Often when one sees him, it is a glimpse of his white tail disappearing around one of the many bookshelves. He sidesteps around the other equines perusing the shelves. Sebastien has half a mind to appoint himself Denocte's librarian at this rate. He'd have to talk to the Sovereigns for that though. As he gets lost in thought, he bumps into the backside of another. The duster falls from his lips as he is momentarily startled, and he glances up toward the stranger. "Sorry about that, I was lost in thought." The words flow from his mouth without much thought. At least they're genuine this time around. Sebastien reached down to pick up the duster that fell to the floor and peered at the stranger to make sure he hadn't derailed whatever it was they were doing.
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There are those that practice magic by using objects as conduits. Sebastien sighs and watches the plumes of dust sweep off the shelves in front of him. The scholar cocks a brow at the state of the shelves and heads to the front of the Library to snag a duster. He makes his way through the rows of forgotten shelves and sweeps the duster over it. Often when one sees him, it is a glimpse of his white tail disappearing around one of the many bookshelves. He sidesteps around the other equines perusing the shelves. Sebastien has half a mind to appoint himself Denocte's librarian at this rate. He'd have to talk to the Sovereigns for that though. As he gets lost in thought, he bumps into the backside of another. The duster falls from his lips as he is momentarily startled, and he glances up toward the stranger. "Sorry about that, I was lost in thought." The words flow from his mouth without much thought. At least they're genuine this time around. Sebastien reached down to pick up the duster that fell to the floor and peered at the stranger to make sure he hadn't derailed whatever it was they were doing.
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