15th of Summer, 522 AV
“Why are you so uptight about whatever your master wrote on those pages?” Cleon asked the book frankly, sitting across from it in his room. He had the book propped up against the end of the bed so it was ‘facing’ him while he sat propped up against the headboard. It was late afternoon, and this looked frankly like another futile attempt at conversation with the book, of which he had many. It was surprisingly ornery for a book he rescued from that abandoned archive, and he thought the book should be a little more grateful, though no such luck when it came to this one.
“Because he didn’t want your greasy little fingers pawing over his life’s work.” The book sneered, even going so far as to pull its lip up some. Cleon frowned, and made a show of looking at his hands before leveling a look over at it.
“My hands aren’t greasy, and they certainly aren’t paws.” He said, splaying his fingers out as he tried to mock the book with the demonstration but his little attempt at humor was lost on the book who just snorted. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh you wouldn’t understand. Just a little inside joke. It would go so far over your head that it would be a waste of breathe to say.”
Cleon rolled his eyes and sat up, folding his hands before him. “Try me.”
“No rea-”
“TRY ME.”
The book rolled its singular eye. “Okay, well you’re hands aren’t paws… yet.” Cleon squinted at the book, and as the confusion settled over his features he opened his mouth to speak. “See, I told you.”
“What do you mean? Does this have something to do with morphing?” Cleon asked, still little more confused than he knew what to do with. As much as he tried to resist, he couldn’t help but glance down at his hands occasionally which drew a chortle from the book.
“Wow, so there is a brain after all in that thick skull of yours. I am honestly surprised.”
“So it does have something to do with morphing. I can… change my hands right?” Cleon continued on, undaunted by the books continued insults.
“Yes, you could say that.” The book said, still continuing to snicker. Cleon pinched the ridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger as he took in a deep breath.
“So morphing is about change, and you use magic… err djed to do it right?” Cleon asked warily.
“Have you always been this dense. Yes boy. Yes, morphing has to do with djed and change. Of course it does. Honestly, even the most simple minded of students were able to grasp that part far quicker than you have.”
Cleon took the verbal barb in due course, nodding slightly to himself as he met the book’s eye.
“I bet I could do it.” He said after a moment.
“Do what?”
“Morph.”
The book starting wheeze laughing then, and Cleon bunched his hands up indignantly before he managed to forcibly relax himself by taking in a deep breath through his nose, and focusing back in on the moment.
WC -521
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“Why are you so uptight about whatever your master wrote on those pages?” Cleon asked the book frankly, sitting across from it in his room. He had the book propped up against the end of the bed so it was ‘facing’ him while he sat propped up against the headboard. It was late afternoon, and this looked frankly like another futile attempt at conversation with the book, of which he had many. It was surprisingly ornery for a book he rescued from that abandoned archive, and he thought the book should be a little more grateful, though no such luck when it came to this one.
“Because he didn’t want your greasy little fingers pawing over his life’s work.” The book sneered, even going so far as to pull its lip up some. Cleon frowned, and made a show of looking at his hands before leveling a look over at it.
“My hands aren’t greasy, and they certainly aren’t paws.” He said, splaying his fingers out as he tried to mock the book with the demonstration but his little attempt at humor was lost on the book who just snorted. “What’s so funny?”
“Oh you wouldn’t understand. Just a little inside joke. It would go so far over your head that it would be a waste of breathe to say.”
Cleon rolled his eyes and sat up, folding his hands before him. “Try me.”
“No rea-”
“TRY ME.”
The book rolled its singular eye. “Okay, well you’re hands aren’t paws… yet.” Cleon squinted at the book, and as the confusion settled over his features he opened his mouth to speak. “See, I told you.”
“What do you mean? Does this have something to do with morphing?” Cleon asked, still little more confused than he knew what to do with. As much as he tried to resist, he couldn’t help but glance down at his hands occasionally which drew a chortle from the book.
“Wow, so there is a brain after all in that thick skull of yours. I am honestly surprised.”
“So it does have something to do with morphing. I can… change my hands right?” Cleon continued on, undaunted by the books continued insults.
“Yes, you could say that.” The book said, still continuing to snicker. Cleon pinched the ridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger as he took in a deep breath.
“So morphing is about change, and you use magic… err djed to do it right?” Cleon asked warily.
“Have you always been this dense. Yes boy. Yes, morphing has to do with djed and change. Of course it does. Honestly, even the most simple minded of students were able to grasp that part far quicker than you have.”
Cleon took the verbal barb in due course, nodding slightly to himself as he met the book’s eye.
“I bet I could do it.” He said after a moment.
“Do what?”
“Morph.”
The book starting wheeze laughing then, and Cleon bunched his hands up indignantly before he managed to forcibly relax himself by taking in a deep breath through his nose, and focusing back in on the moment.
WC -521
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