is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?
The books, they helped. They were something soothing to the aching holes left within him, and he did cling to that fact. To those stories, to the information pressed to each of those pages. They did help to keep his mind busy and away from the memories. As did the way he threw himself into becoming a better medic here, at the base level of it all. No magic to use for it, though he had relied perhaps too heavily upon that way for far too long before all of this. He was grateful that he was also taught the basic ways in it, too. That was what caught him when he had arrived; knowing at least that much.
Soaking up the information on anything relating to the medical field through the library books had become a comfort to him, and something that he had begun quickly enough. Finding them had been the difficult part, because there had been so many books among all those trees and what they had reformed into. Lasairian had still done it, still sought those books out, and to this day he was still trying to go through them. He wasn't sure how long it might take to read them all, but he suspected it would be years, even if he decided to live in the library itself to read as much as possible. The library was that massive.
Words of the library had not caused the pause in step with Cassilyn, but the question that Lasairian had posed about where she had come from. While that pause did not persist, the overall way that Cassilyn reacted said enough to Lasairian as to how much the question unsettled something for the mare. That was not what he had intended, but he could understand pain or unease int he thoughts of what had been left behind. He had his own tale on that, though he wasn't sure he would be able to be forward enough to discuss it all. His prior home, sure. Most things, maybe. But not everything right off.
There was the most subtle brow raising at her words of preparing himself of something not easy to grasp, and Lasairian smiled indulgently at that. It was not that he did not believe the story could be something far from what he might imagine it to be, but that he wouldn't be able to grasp it with ease. He had seen some shit, and his mind was open enough to grasp quite a bit. Yet he said nothing, listening to what she was saying attentively. Taking it all in with a quiet interest. There were so many possibilities to what she was saying, what it could all mean, where she had been, but there wasn't enough to go on.
Another chance. That was what she was saying now, about what she had gotten from these 'Brothers', and that said a few different things to him, but Lasairian wasn't sure if he was the one to ask these questions to. Did he swallow down his gut response to that? "I could speculate a great many things, like a possible rebirth, perhaps?" but being born half phoenix did tend to draw his mind in that direction by default. He simply did not want to discuss that half at length, and didn't gain much from it, anyway. Not even a lot of information on it, but that in itself had good reasons.
When she asked about where he was from, that was easier to answer at face value, "the Coille Bheo, across the veil," he responded evenly, wondering as to how to explain that place to her to give her the best general idea of it. "It's like this endless place of mountains and forests, with small hills and open fields at the center, and everything there feels so alive. The flowers move and lean. The Sithen is vegitation sprawled soil and stone walled, with rooms and great hallways, and all manner of creatures living within it," he added, trying to pain a little bit of a picture of it for her.
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