The tall ebony female watched the brown female for a moment, she was rather pleased to have found someone who had enjoyed reading as much as she did, she herself had been scarcely seen without a book in her hand, her nose buried between the pages, at least that had been the case in her youth, before all that had happened had occured. Torment and trouble had torn the lady away from her books, then there had been raising her litters, followed by the endless wandering that the jet lady had done. So many books that had belonged to her had been lost in the terrible fire of the old lands, she had worked hard to fill the old Syemv house with many books, helping add them with others that the other pack members had found, creating something of an astounding library. But that had all been lost in time, firstly by the coyotes driving the pack from their lands, claiming ownership of the house, Soran had managed to collect as many of the beloved books as she could when they were fleeing, but alas it was not the same, and then the fire had ravaged the old lands, reducing them to smoking piles of ash, the tomes of knowledge and fantasy going along with them. It had been such a shame, at least now Soran was beginning to restart a collection, she was determined to have another library, somewhere where she could relax and sit and learn things as she chose, to relax and lose herself into a world of fiction whenever she chose. Yes, soon enough she would manage this, even if it took a great deal of hard work, which of course she anticipated it would. She smiled at the brown fae as she acknowledged her name, asking all of a sudden if that meant Soran herself was of any relation to Haven. This made the ebony lady think of her red grandson with his bright white ear, of how she wished that the pair of them could find something of a relationship, she knew that things had not been good for him, the reaction that she had gained from Mati as well showed that something had gone horribly wrong within her family whilst she had been away. At first she had thought that the pair were uncomfortable around her because of her own absence, the fact that she had abandoned them when they were very small, but it seemed to be more than that, she hoped that Naniko had done nothing to either of them, for the way her pale daughter had spoken about her eldest litter made the jet female uncomfortable, something had gone wrong, she just hoped that she could find out what it was before it was too late.
”Yes, he is my grandson actually, though he does not know me very well I admit, I left when he was young and have only recently returned to the lands, I think it came as quite a shock to see me again if I am honest.” The lady replied, pausing to chuckle here, trying to make the situation seem a lot lighter than she felt it was, it was true that she was worried, but it was unfair to pass the burden of that onto a new aqquaintance.
"Also it was rather a shock to myself to come back and discover that I was a great grandmother I can tell you. Do you know Haven well then?" The lady finished, suddenly curious to know if her red grandson was a member of good standing within the pack, well known and respected, she hoped he was.
She smiled as the female spoke again, telling her of Othello, it sounded much like many of the Shakespearean plays that the ebony female herself had read, they were filled with joy and sorrow, and intrugue, often having plots that twisted and turned this way and that in many unexpected ways. Her face lit up at the suggestion that Ayita might lend her a copy in English, the fae would indeed like this. She had a hunger for knowledge, whether that be of the fictional of factual type and to read another book by the human who was widely suggested as being one of the greatest playwrights in known history by his contemporaries was indeed an exciting prospect for the sable lady. She smiled and nodded at the brown female, suggested that she would like to take it, her hand reaching to take it from the female as she offered it out to her.
"Thank you so very much, I shall return it once I am finished reading it if you would like? I think I shall enjoy it greatly." The lady replied, smiling broadly, turning the book this way and that in her hand, looking at the cover carefully, her hand stroking over the title, her fingertips tracing the lettering of the author's name carefully. She smiled again and placed the book into her own canvas satchel, enjoying the weight of it against her hip once it was carefully in place, the familiar feeling of carrying books around with her helped her to feel like her old self once again, it took her back to a time long ago when she had been young and carefree, filling her days with reading and hunting the old human lands for yet more books that she could add to her library. Looking back at the female she smiled once again, "tell me then Ayita, how many of Shakespear's plays have you read? I am sure I must have some in an old collection somewhere that I would be happy to trade with you for this one if you would like?" The lady asked, wondering if she could form some sort of book trade with this female, this way the pair would both get to read far more books than they would be able to collect on their own, and it would also enable a friendship to form, something which Soran needed, she was often alone at the moment, she could always do with more friends.
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