She was strange. Granted, Liatris hadn’t met very many people, or spoken to very many in his lifetime. His life as a child had revolved around his mothers. He didn’t know much, just what he had caught in hushed whispers. How mama Lu and mama Cav had been on the run from...a wolf? He still didn’t quite understand, supposed he never would. Regardless, his life had revolved around them. And they both stuck around near the oasis. They spoke to a few individuals who came ‘round. Kodarki, Syrilth, but that was about it. He had still been young when the land… crumbled. Sometimes he still wondered how he’d managed to escape.
But he could still tell, that she was odd somehow. She was young, clearly only half his age. A child. And yet her words seemed… confident. Not typical of foals. She seemed poised, as if she was ready to take on the world. He wondered who she was, inevitably she had to be someone important. Somewhere else if not here. He realized he’d waited far to long to answer her.
“Down a floor” he replied awkwardly with a small shake of his head. “Come on” he moved carefully towards the staircase. (whose idea had it been to make the floors wooden anyways? They all had hooves, and the sound echoed loudly against the stone walls and tall cases) checking to make sure she was following he carefully picked his way through the aisles of shelves, until he came to one that had four large gilded tomes sat upon them. One for each court. They had maps of each court, and each area within the court lands.
“Do you…” he trailed off. She was young. “Do you know how to read a map?”
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But he could still tell, that she was odd somehow. She was young, clearly only half his age. A child. And yet her words seemed… confident. Not typical of foals. She seemed poised, as if she was ready to take on the world. He wondered who she was, inevitably she had to be someone important. Somewhere else if not here. He realized he’d waited far to long to answer her.
“Down a floor” he replied awkwardly with a small shake of his head. “Come on” he moved carefully towards the staircase. (whose idea had it been to make the floors wooden anyways? They all had hooves, and the sound echoed loudly against the stone walls and tall cases) checking to make sure she was following he carefully picked his way through the aisles of shelves, until he came to one that had four large gilded tomes sat upon them. One for each court. They had maps of each court, and each area within the court lands.
“Do you…” he trailed off. She was young. “Do you know how to read a map?”
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He’s a book full of footnotes brought to life. He’s a jacket made of elbow patches.
