12-18-2017, 08:16 AM
Useless...
The back and front covers of the book fell together once again as Summer quickly finished skimming through it. That one had been a list of recipes, ingredients, measurements, etc. Just a plain old cookbook, nothing vital to their search. He hummed unconsciously, making a small little tune to match Ebony’s as he shelved the book. His fingers danced over the cover and pressed down on the edge of the adjacent book, and with a swift, practiced motion, he slid it free. Dust flew as he pried the book open and began to thumb through the pages. His greenish-grey eyes flicked over the words, taking in as much information as they could as quickly as they could. He caught references to legends, gods, myths, and all manners of things pertaining to them as he skimmed through. Folklore, if his quick glimpse was to be trusted. Specific to the Steppes, possibly? Or perhaps the Omniverse as a whole. Either way, it could prove useful.
Slamming the covers closed again, the spirit spoke a canned response to let Ebony know he was done with one, and tossed it haphazardly towards her. What a nice little system they had. Skim over everything, weed out the irrelevant, and set aside the supposedly relevant first. Skim, judge, toss. Ebony would throw hers directly onto the pile, and Summer would toss his to her first. Of course, all good things come to an end.
A half-startled half-hurt yelp escaped the young mage, and her telekinetic grip on the monster faltered. The invisible hand suddenly opened up and Summer found himself plummeting back to the ground. His boots thudded loudly against the stone flooring, the shock from his short but unexpected fall rattling through his legs. A momentary, stinging soreness coursed through his muscles with it, but that pain quickly faded away. The storm spirit swiftly straightened back up, recovering from his surprise fall in an instant, and turned to face the girl, a perplexed and mildly concerned look on his face.
"S-sorry...” Ebony mumbled before he managed to meet her gaze, rubbing a spot on the top of her head. “I should have been paying attention.”
“Are...” The spirit’s unease fell away immediately, replaced by a cheeky smile. “Are you okay?” He asked, mostly because it would have been rude not to. Joviality, and a bit of a giggle, hid behind his pseudo-worried question.
“I-I’m fine...” she stuttered, face turning a light shade of red as his quiet laugh became apparent.
“Well that’s good!” Any and all pretense of concern was instantly thrust aside and his voice was peppy as ever. He half-skipped forward, towards the book pile on the other side of the timid magician. Just as he stepped past her, his right hand jumped up, cooled by his wintry powers. He playfully ruffled her hair beneath her hood, his light touch chilled whatever bruise she may have had. With his subtle concern shown, he dropped his hand back to his side, and stopped in front of the pile they’d gathered. “I think we’ve got enough to work with for now,” he said as he turned back towards her, smiling like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Even though it may not seem like a lot, it’ll still take a while to get through. What do you think?”
The back and front covers of the book fell together once again as Summer quickly finished skimming through it. That one had been a list of recipes, ingredients, measurements, etc. Just a plain old cookbook, nothing vital to their search. He hummed unconsciously, making a small little tune to match Ebony’s as he shelved the book. His fingers danced over the cover and pressed down on the edge of the adjacent book, and with a swift, practiced motion, he slid it free. Dust flew as he pried the book open and began to thumb through the pages. His greenish-grey eyes flicked over the words, taking in as much information as they could as quickly as they could. He caught references to legends, gods, myths, and all manners of things pertaining to them as he skimmed through. Folklore, if his quick glimpse was to be trusted. Specific to the Steppes, possibly? Or perhaps the Omniverse as a whole. Either way, it could prove useful.
Slamming the covers closed again, the spirit spoke a canned response to let Ebony know he was done with one, and tossed it haphazardly towards her. What a nice little system they had. Skim over everything, weed out the irrelevant, and set aside the supposedly relevant first. Skim, judge, toss. Ebony would throw hers directly onto the pile, and Summer would toss his to her first. Of course, all good things come to an end.
A half-startled half-hurt yelp escaped the young mage, and her telekinetic grip on the monster faltered. The invisible hand suddenly opened up and Summer found himself plummeting back to the ground. His boots thudded loudly against the stone flooring, the shock from his short but unexpected fall rattling through his legs. A momentary, stinging soreness coursed through his muscles with it, but that pain quickly faded away. The storm spirit swiftly straightened back up, recovering from his surprise fall in an instant, and turned to face the girl, a perplexed and mildly concerned look on his face.
"S-sorry...” Ebony mumbled before he managed to meet her gaze, rubbing a spot on the top of her head. “I should have been paying attention.”
“Are...” The spirit’s unease fell away immediately, replaced by a cheeky smile. “Are you okay?” He asked, mostly because it would have been rude not to. Joviality, and a bit of a giggle, hid behind his pseudo-worried question.
“I-I’m fine...” she stuttered, face turning a light shade of red as his quiet laugh became apparent.
“Well that’s good!” Any and all pretense of concern was instantly thrust aside and his voice was peppy as ever. He half-skipped forward, towards the book pile on the other side of the timid magician. Just as he stepped past her, his right hand jumped up, cooled by his wintry powers. He playfully ruffled her hair beneath her hood, his light touch chilled whatever bruise she may have had. With his subtle concern shown, he dropped his hand back to his side, and stopped in front of the pile they’d gathered. “I think we’ve got enough to work with for now,” he said as he turned back towards her, smiling like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Even though it may not seem like a lot, it’ll still take a while to get through. What do you think?”
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