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Myrika had not yet discovered the library and Inferni's store of books. She would have already started to devour them, if she had -- there were, after all, only four books of her collection. Though they were all non-fiction, Myrika found the stylization and occasional supernatural elements of her apocalyptic book the best. The textbook and the instruction books were lovely and informative, but they were dryly written. The Stand, however, captivated and drew her into the human world. She did not understand everything about the book -- she supposed most of the things beyond her comprehension were the odd human social constructs and their culture -- but she understood well enough.
Her ears perked, and she listened to her Aquila with interest, attention swerving from the tiny mark on her leg to fully focusing on Ezekiel. It was good to know there was one other canine here capable of reading, at least one other canine who enjoyed books and stories. Myrika didn't think The Stand was based in a false reality; she had taken it for gospel truth of what had transpired to end humanity's reign over the earth. It made sense to her, anyhow. The coyote woman peered inquisitively toward the man, no longer interested by the movement of his hand, but the words he spoke. They were confident, as if the story he read was absolute truth. Myri would not argue; neither could say for certain beyond their own faith.
Who are the other horsemen? she asked, now curious. Perhaps their stories were not quite so disparate -- maybe her story was simply a part of his? She leaned forward now, nodding her enthusiasm toward the golden-hued man. Yes, yes, she said, reigning herself back by force. I would love that, she said, her tone growing quieter. Once again, she'd made herself feel awkward -- this time it was over-enthusiasm. She looked down at the ground and laughed a girlish and embarrassed giggle, then spoke again, her tone meeker than ever. I do love books.
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