your father was a priest

Alaine Winters · 03-12-2011, 03:57 AM

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If Elijah noted the way his poignant stare so chilled the insides of the handsome hybrid male, then he did not show it. His blue eyes, swollen pupils sucking light from within, gazed widely at the man as if to take him in, too. Fluffy ears flopped as head retained that jaunty angle, smile disappearing in want of a thoughtful line. The vibrant smiling face on his bandanna smiled at Ezekiel, on and on and on...

However, the females were much more taken with Zeke's actions, and all three watched with Alaine's peculiarly wary mannerisms as the youth's hands strayed to his bag, made hefty with the weight of its contents. With the curiosity inherited from their specie, all three Fae creatures seemed to lean forward as his hands fiddled with the leather thong that kept the secrets concealed from them. When at last the secrets were revealed, each acted in a separate manner - Little Vira lifted her lip in disdain, sharp golden eyes glaring at these objects which were of no use to her. Odette, so meek and fearful, peered at them in confusion. Did they want to hurt her? She was not sure.

Only Alaine recognized the items for their worth, her emerald eyes sparking with memory. "Books..." Eyes feasted on the piles he had, although their titles were foreign to her. She knew very few of the man-written words, having only been taught the basics by her mentor, an ivory woman by the name of Orin. Although she held no particular love for the rune-covered items, the Apothecary was curious nonetheless, for she owned a book that Orin had informed her had been of great value to the humans. It was an English translation of The Canon of Medicine, and held much knowledge of her craft within its tarnished pages.

She wondered how well Ezekiel could read, and if he would find much use for her book. Asides from being able to read the title and some of the contents, it held little but sentimental value for her.

The young man was holding a colorful book within his hand, and even as her emerald eyes focused on it, Elijah had taken a peculiar liking to the blur of colors that his pale eyes registered. The boy gave a soundless expression of interest, his entire body stiffening as gaze focused intently on the book. The reaction was strange, but Alaine had grown used to her son's increasingly wayward antics, and she took little notice of it. However, it would please her to please the boy, and so she said, "Do you trade for them?" She had little to give to him, but a wealth of medical supplies and knowledge - perhaps something would be of equal value to the hybrid as the book he held.

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