12-03-2017, 05:04 PM
There weren't many books in the library - it seemed meagre compared to the selection from the castle back home. But, this was the most books she'd seen since she ran away. Heck, she'd barely seen a handful of books between then and now. Ebony's mind span, swimming through the wondrous collection of possibilities. There were so many cool things that could be uncovered by opening the right tome, surely. The Steppes was a land of fire and ash, for there not to be at least something like that would be an insult to the place. She stiffened, holding Summer steady by her side. They had a task. And she needed to do her part to have any chance of getting home. Cool and interesting knowledge could come later.
For a moment, she considered releasing Summer from her magic before smirking. He hadn't asked her to let go, so she wouldn't. She grinned in a mixture of determination and amusement. She and Summer had fought hordes of darklings, this was nothing. For the first time since coming to the Omniverse, her quest to return home felt tangible, rather than a vague hope. Somewhere among the books was the key to her quest. She felt it, a strong feeling stirred in her heart, and despite having found it, she knew it had to be there.
Her eyes scanned over the signs, examining the layout. History. Magic. Military. And a smaller section that looked to contain detailed maps. She figured, if anything, her objective lied along those three bookshelves. It seemed unlikely that they would be any information in the mathematics, science, art, music, food, or fictional areas. Although, there were gaps in the rows, many of the books lied slanted to the side. That combined with the thick layer of dust suggested little focus had gone into maintaining it. The prospect of books being misplaced wasn't lost on her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Jerkily, she moved Summer until his upper torso was level with the top two history shelves. Ebony crouched down, looking at those at the bottom. "Let's start with this one."
"On it boss," Summer saluted, looking down at her.
It didn't take long for them to build up a routine of sorts. Summer and Ebony would each take a book, skim through it, and ultimately find nothing useful. Summer tended to read faster, or simply get bored quicker, and toss his book to the side, which Ebony would catch with her magic and move onto a growing pile. Ebony would do the same with her own, once she was done with it - but with plenty of books left she had yet to lose hope. Every so often, one of them would find a book that looked like it might be promising, and Ebony set it off to the side for later.
Monotonous. Dull. Efficiency.
She hummed lightly, moving her body to the tune to lighten the mood as they shifted to the next bookcase. Military, with some maps mixed in. It sounded happy, and also a bit random, like something made up on the spot. Perhaps more like a sailor song, than something Summer might have expected from her. Nonetheless, he joined in. Consciously or otherwise, he eventually picked up the pattern of notes and subtly added his own deeper twist. Without thinking about it, Ebony put more effort into her own voice, almost singing words with a faint mumble - but too focused on the books to realise.
...until she failed to notice one Summer dropped, and it hit her square on the head.
She yelped, dropping him accidentally due to the momentary lapse of concentration. He stumbled for a moment, but given he was already in a standing position, and less than a metre off the ground, he was able to recover.
"S-sorry. I should have been paying attention."
For a moment, she considered releasing Summer from her magic before smirking. He hadn't asked her to let go, so she wouldn't. She grinned in a mixture of determination and amusement. She and Summer had fought hordes of darklings, this was nothing. For the first time since coming to the Omniverse, her quest to return home felt tangible, rather than a vague hope. Somewhere among the books was the key to her quest. She felt it, a strong feeling stirred in her heart, and despite having found it, she knew it had to be there.
Her eyes scanned over the signs, examining the layout. History. Magic. Military. And a smaller section that looked to contain detailed maps. She figured, if anything, her objective lied along those three bookshelves. It seemed unlikely that they would be any information in the mathematics, science, art, music, food, or fictional areas. Although, there were gaps in the rows, many of the books lied slanted to the side. That combined with the thick layer of dust suggested little focus had gone into maintaining it. The prospect of books being misplaced wasn't lost on her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Jerkily, she moved Summer until his upper torso was level with the top two history shelves. Ebony crouched down, looking at those at the bottom. "Let's start with this one."
"On it boss," Summer saluted, looking down at her.
It didn't take long for them to build up a routine of sorts. Summer and Ebony would each take a book, skim through it, and ultimately find nothing useful. Summer tended to read faster, or simply get bored quicker, and toss his book to the side, which Ebony would catch with her magic and move onto a growing pile. Ebony would do the same with her own, once she was done with it - but with plenty of books left she had yet to lose hope. Every so often, one of them would find a book that looked like it might be promising, and Ebony set it off to the side for later.
Monotonous. Dull. Efficiency.
She hummed lightly, moving her body to the tune to lighten the mood as they shifted to the next bookcase. Military, with some maps mixed in. It sounded happy, and also a bit random, like something made up on the spot. Perhaps more like a sailor song, than something Summer might have expected from her. Nonetheless, he joined in. Consciously or otherwise, he eventually picked up the pattern of notes and subtly added his own deeper twist. Without thinking about it, Ebony put more effort into her own voice, almost singing words with a faint mumble - but too focused on the books to realise.
...until she failed to notice one Summer dropped, and it hit her square on the head.
She yelped, dropping him accidentally due to the momentary lapse of concentration. He stumbled for a moment, but given he was already in a standing position, and less than a metre off the ground, he was able to recover.
"S-sorry. I should have been paying attention."
Quote:Short-ish. Was sitting on it for a while and didn't really know what to write next. Figured I'd post it now since I'm on 300rp and you've been waiting on me fore a while. Sorry about that Summer.