Timestamp: 14th of Winter, 514 AV The night had been as uneventful as it had been sleepless for Dmitri, all because of Vaccan's petching hoity-toity speech after giving Dmi his poisoned gift. He had given a fearful speech about how Dmitri was not to open the gifted book before he was home and absolutely ready to embark upon a spiritual journey into the arcane arts, or whatever.. 'Pfuh, damned pretentious gnome...Shyke! I'm ready any time, any where!' Convincing himself the time had come to 'embark upon the blablaba' he rolled around his bed and pushed away the covers before sitting upright on the edge. For some reason, even after the temporary restless insomnia he endured during the night, he was sharp of mind and stamina. Guessing it was simply because of the excitement for what was to come, he finally stood up and got dressed, all the while glancing sneakily to the book on his desk. The damn book called out to him, urged him to open it and dive headfirst in its contents. Grunting, Dmitri threw his scarf around his neck and lowerface before taking a seat at the desk and staring at the book's cover, not even touching it, simply oggling it. The way Dmitri dragged out the moment of actually reading the damn thing, was obnoxiously obvious even to himself. Stretching and yawning his way to composure, before placing both hands in his lap and huffing as if he was about to literally take a leap of faith into the depths of the unknown, he finally touched the serenly beige book with the thin, red velvet bookmark hanging loosely over the border, eventually he opened the book that made him act so ridiculously tense. Granted, it was all because of Vaccan's threats and warnings that he was so uptight, but still...He couldn't help but feel that by opening this book, he was closing all exits behind him. |