there are many paths to tread
The library was a dramatic change from his usual scene as of late, its interior hushed, uncrowded, and eerily quiet. It was a jarring contrast to the streets of the Night Court, where everything and everyone was hardly in motion, and the music played so loud he could hardly hear himself think.
Here in all the silence that was Delumine, his thoughts felt uncomfortably loud inside of his own head.
The scent of Denoctian spices and perfumes still clung to him, wafting through the otherwise stagnant air in a trail behind him as he walked. His scarves whispered against his sides as he moved, hoofbeats landing so quietly on the earthen floor that he made hardly a sound as he went. Aside from the library keepers, who hardly stopped to acknowledge him, he was alone. Dust stirred as he walked amongst the aisles, scanning the titles half heartedly. Toulouse wasn’t sure yet what he was looking for - only that he would know it when he saw it.
And so far he had yet to see it, or even a glimpse of it; there was not a single hint that he was headed in the right direction.
But it would seem he was not the only one dedicated to studying today. As he turned a corner another came into view, head bowed low over a pile of opened scrolls. Toulouse came to a stop, watching her with interest; he did not recognize her, but then again, he had been absent from the Dawn Court for months now. She may be new, he supposed, or an intruder.
She seemed to linger over a particular scroll, eyes scanning the expanse of text inked onto the parchment. But as he watched she turned away, hardly bothering to turn the page and see what else the story had to offer.
“Find anything interesting?” His voice was cool, breaking the silence. He had stepped forward after her, taking her place at the table. His eyes fell downwards, studying the discarded text with feigned interest. He could already tell that it lacked the secrets he was looking for; it was a fable, and not a particularly well-written one.
"I have yet to find anything worthwhile myself."
His eyes flickered up to meet her's then, green meeting gold.
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