No man was ever wise by chance.
The silence was soothing. Comfortable, almost, as though it wrapped about his gilded frame like a heartening mantle or a lover’s embrace. These halls… Archaic tomes lined the walls, rows and rows of books situated upon shelves of natural wood, concealing the largest collection of knowledge and secrets that Novus held. Many overlooked these vast hallways and wooden arches, scoffing at the notion of visiting such an ancient place, thinking it petty, or useless… But Somnus knew. He knew, and he understood.
With vast knowledge came vast power, but it was not the power that he sought. Instead? It was understanding. Knowing. Learning. He, a studious-minded fellow from the days of colthood, never found himself too old to read and learn. There was nothing wrong with slipping away for some time into the grand Library, smiling and nodding to the fox-like keepers of the Library. Seeing them made him think of Milo, Regis’ playful young fox kit, and the thought filled his heart with joy.
With the pleasant thoughts milling about his head, Somnus ventured to the large, common room. From there, he wove through the hallways towards the specified wing for Delumine’s rich history proper, bypassing bookcase upon bookcase of tomes and scrolls situated as far as the eye could see. The sounds of his hooves scraping against the ground echoed throughout the otherwise silent Library, and Alba, curious Alba, fluttered on ahead.
’What are you looking for?’ The question came innocently enough, manifesting itself as Alba’s voice in the back of his brain. The Dawn King’s verdant eyes lifted to focus upon the barn owl’s gliding form just above him, a golden brow arched.
“Anything, my dear,” he began, careful not to speak too loud. This was, after all, a Library, and it was common knowledge to always keep your voice down. “One is never too old to learn, and I find that there is still much in regards to Dawn Court’s very own history that I know little of.” That, yes, but Somnus found that he had simply begun to miss the library. He felt at home here, tucked away amidst dusty shelves and olden scrolls filled with words penned in nearly forgotten times. “But if you must know… Anything written by Simon the First. It is his words I hope to find today.”
Reaching the wing dedicated to Delumine’s history, Somnus took a few moments to browse the shelves. Eventually he settled on a dusty old tome, pulling it free with a good deal of caution with his telekinetic abilities. For a moment, a single moment, he thought of the time that he had unintentionally flung a book at Kasil, but quickly allowed that thought to fade. Now was not the time to think of ghosts. Instead, he clutched the book close to his chest and retired to one of the reading cushions, settling down with his knees drawn close, and began to flip leisurely through the book.
Nearby, Alba settled upon a branch and closed her eyes, content to nap while her bonded divulged in a book.
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With vast knowledge came vast power, but it was not the power that he sought. Instead? It was understanding. Knowing. Learning. He, a studious-minded fellow from the days of colthood, never found himself too old to read and learn. There was nothing wrong with slipping away for some time into the grand Library, smiling and nodding to the fox-like keepers of the Library. Seeing them made him think of Milo, Regis’ playful young fox kit, and the thought filled his heart with joy.
With the pleasant thoughts milling about his head, Somnus ventured to the large, common room. From there, he wove through the hallways towards the specified wing for Delumine’s rich history proper, bypassing bookcase upon bookcase of tomes and scrolls situated as far as the eye could see. The sounds of his hooves scraping against the ground echoed throughout the otherwise silent Library, and Alba, curious Alba, fluttered on ahead.
’What are you looking for?’ The question came innocently enough, manifesting itself as Alba’s voice in the back of his brain. The Dawn King’s verdant eyes lifted to focus upon the barn owl’s gliding form just above him, a golden brow arched.
Reaching the wing dedicated to Delumine’s history, Somnus took a few moments to browse the shelves. Eventually he settled on a dusty old tome, pulling it free with a good deal of caution with his telekinetic abilities. For a moment, a single moment, he thought of the time that he had unintentionally flung a book at Kasil, but quickly allowed that thought to fade. Now was not the time to think of ghosts. Instead, he clutched the book close to his chest and retired to one of the reading cushions, settling down with his knees drawn close, and began to flip leisurely through the book.
Nearby, Alba settled upon a branch and closed her eyes, content to nap while her bonded divulged in a book.
