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Location: D'Neville, IF Date: ~27 June* (Backdated) Weather: Muggy, damp Time: Late afternoon |
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Ithiel is by me!
The dark-furred coyote clutched the books protectively in his hands as he strode toward the mansion. The trader promised the bible was complete and correct -- Ithiel had spent some time comparing his copy to this new one, and found it appropriate and acceptable. There were no missing or damaged pages, and the wording was only just slightly different in one place to the next. Better, the leather of this new copy was in better condition than his own. Darker in color than Ithiel's bible, its smooth surface was unblemished and lacking in any cracks or other time-damage. It was fit for the D'Neville library, certainly.
Stacked along with this biblical contribution, Ithiel also held a book which proclaimed itself to be a cookbook. It was the only other book the trader had of any value whatsoever -- Ithiel was entirely disinterested in novels and other entertainment reading. Facts and practicality interested him alone. Sliding the books into a spare space in the shelving, the dust-colored hybrid stepped back, his crimson-eyed gaze roving over the shelves. There were more empty ones than filled, of course -- the coyotes had no expanse of written word, but this was a good start, all the same.
His eyes lingered on the pamphlet from the Boreas wolves. He recognized its type, and he scowled faintly. Myrika would have been better off off burning those, he thought. They served no purpose but to enflame coyote blood.
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