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Ithiel de le Poer · 07-10-2012, 04:46 AM

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Ithiel is by me!

Ithiel, too, took a chair; he did not seem to notice Ángel might be seeking isolation rather than companionship, having come to the library with a book. He leaned forward with the name and appraised the drawing, surprised with its simplicity -- though crafted with thick lines and seemingly sketched rapidly, the dark-furred hybrid was able to make out the figure of a man on horseback and what seemed to be a second figure. He nodded his approval at the drawing -- while it was not a style he knew, the dusty-furred hybrid knew better than to question what was and was not art. That the drawing was not as detailed or fine as the ones within his own bibles meant little in the question of whether or not it was art.

I needed correction to focus on reading, as well. Ithiel was thinking of the stout, mean-faced women of Scintilla who had instructed him on reading; he could still feel the stinging slap of their hands against the sides of his skull.Does it have a... moral? he asked, uncertain whether he was using the right word. He preferred stories with an over-arching theme -- simple, clear, obvious. It sounds as if it does, Ithiel said, eyes following the pale blues of his companion to the things he'd wished to burn not too long ago. And even if it does not, it is better than that. There was a half-hearted toss of his muzzle toward the pamphlets and the dusty hybrid acquired a dark look.

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