Word Count :: 0 So late, sorryness. :[
Valkyrie did notice that the man never smiled, but she figured he had good reason to, because the man never seemed to have anything good happen to him. Valkyrie knew that if she did not have her voice, and she was a stranger in strange lands, then she would more than likely be unhappy most of the time too. Though, Valkyrie was still trying to find a way to get that man to get that frown off his face and a smile to replace it. One day she would get it, and she hoped that day would be sometime soon, but she was not going to rush him, no, because it obviously was important for him since he did not smile ever.
When they were inside of the library, after the male asked for what they were looking for, she and he split ways for a little bit. She was the one to be lucky and find the non-fiction section before the other Infernian did. Her gamboge eyes searched up and down the books, her having to take some out and dust them off to actually see what it was called. Sascha, Come over here! she called the the mute and she continued to look through the books. Soon she would hit the jackpot of bird books, and she smiled and started to take some down. She didn't know which one exactly would have the bird of prey in it, but she was determined to find out. They could use some of the old chairs and desks in the library to read through the books. Valkyrie found a misplaced German book on the same shelf and she took it just to look at it, for the woman was interested in learning the language since her best friend was fluent in it (she had learned this not only from Sascha himself, but from also speaking with the heavily accented father of his).
Dere's so manys. Ya' gotta come look at some of dese. spoke the woman with a smile on her face as she took her pile of books and started to go towards a desk to put them down so she could start looking through them. She kinda knew what she was looking for, but what she would get as an answer was sure to surprise the woman. Hey Sascha, ya' think ya' could teach me German one day? asked the woman as she directed her gamboge gaze back onto the scarred man that was barely older than her, if at all.
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