1st of Fall 513AV
Aose found herself at The Enclave once again, she had left her troublemaker winged companion in her room this time around. Not wanting to have to worry about him right now. She had found a way to skirt around the librarian, having felt no need to endure her wrath once again. The books she was looking for had nothing to do with the redhead teen that worked there, in fact... Knowing the luck she’s been having Aose would have trouble even locating anything about what she was looking for!
The books all looked the same to her! Leather bound tomes, scrolls wound up tightly and placed in alcoves, stacks of books and papers all over the place. Folders piled haphazardly on the tops of shelves. The folder that fell the last time she was here Aose noticed was once more on the shelf, the librarian probably saw it on the floor with it’s contents thrown back into it and then left there. I hope she didn’t remember it was me.
That was in the past, Aose had bigger fish to catch currently. Like information on an immortal peeping tom. She knew very little about the god that had decided she was strong enough to take on a quest. The second, yet not any less important than the first objective, was she wanted to know about that large bird she recalled the images of. Aose was brought up in the realm of large birds and yet she could not recall a bird in that shape or form. It frightened her in a strange way, but the journeyman image frightened the poor yasi in her sleep. Enough thinking of it! You are here for a reason, not to recall the petching images.
Berating herself was starting to become a past time for Aose and it was getting rather annoying. Her hands blindly pulled a tome from it’s place on a shelf, the ones around it sliding to an angle to close the gap, it was a makeshift marker, all Aose had to do was lift the open angle up and cram the tome back into place. The tome was heavy, a lengthy piece of work that probably was going to be useless to her. Yet, Aose was willing to dig through it’s words to find something, anything. She was in the section labels ‘Gods/Goddesses’ so she hoped to find something in one of these tomes.
“Eywaat, if yer kind ta me. Show sumdin’ eh? I ain’t gonna sit ‘ere all day and go a-lookin’ thru all dis books. Yer crazy if ya think dat.” Aose grumbled as she dropped her rump into a stool in front of a slanted reading table. Tome was placed on the slanted surface with a thud, the ledge across the bottom edge of the table keeping the tome in place. A cloud of dust puffed up, giving way to a coughing fit before she waved it away and lifted the cover away from the inner knowledge.
Aose found herself at The Enclave once again, she had left her troublemaker winged companion in her room this time around. Not wanting to have to worry about him right now. She had found a way to skirt around the librarian, having felt no need to endure her wrath once again. The books she was looking for had nothing to do with the redhead teen that worked there, in fact... Knowing the luck she’s been having Aose would have trouble even locating anything about what she was looking for!
The books all looked the same to her! Leather bound tomes, scrolls wound up tightly and placed in alcoves, stacks of books and papers all over the place. Folders piled haphazardly on the tops of shelves. The folder that fell the last time she was here Aose noticed was once more on the shelf, the librarian probably saw it on the floor with it’s contents thrown back into it and then left there. I hope she didn’t remember it was me.
That was in the past, Aose had bigger fish to catch currently. Like information on an immortal peeping tom. She knew very little about the god that had decided she was strong enough to take on a quest. The second, yet not any less important than the first objective, was she wanted to know about that large bird she recalled the images of. Aose was brought up in the realm of large birds and yet she could not recall a bird in that shape or form. It frightened her in a strange way, but the journeyman image frightened the poor yasi in her sleep. Enough thinking of it! You are here for a reason, not to recall the petching images.
Berating herself was starting to become a past time for Aose and it was getting rather annoying. Her hands blindly pulled a tome from it’s place on a shelf, the ones around it sliding to an angle to close the gap, it was a makeshift marker, all Aose had to do was lift the open angle up and cram the tome back into place. The tome was heavy, a lengthy piece of work that probably was going to be useless to her. Yet, Aose was willing to dig through it’s words to find something, anything. She was in the section labels ‘Gods/Goddesses’ so she hoped to find something in one of these tomes.
“Eywaat, if yer kind ta me. Show sumdin’ eh? I ain’t gonna sit ‘ere all day and go a-lookin’ thru all dis books. Yer crazy if ya think dat.” Aose grumbled as she dropped her rump into a stool in front of a slanted reading table. Tome was placed on the slanted surface with a thud, the ledge across the bottom edge of the table keeping the tome in place. A cloud of dust puffed up, giving way to a coughing fit before she waved it away and lifted the cover away from the inner knowledge.
AOSECredit to Fallon for creating
