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Post by Leb on Oct 27, 2015 6:43:43 GMT
Loretta wandered through the aisles of shelves, lost in thought, as she gently drug a single finger across the spines of the leather bound books. The look upon her face was that of confounded perplexity. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for in all honesty, but knew it had something to do with what happened several nights ago when he.. What are you thinking girl!? Her cheeks warmed at the thought as she snapped back to reality. Of all the places to daydream.. An act of sheer folly! ...She shook those thoughts away and returned her attention to the task at hand. She was searching for a specific kind of book, a guide if you will, one where she could learn from those who have experienced something similar to her situation. But what exactly is her situation..? Before she could think of an answer for why is that, a scarlet red book had called for her attention. Once removed from the shelf, she turned it over and nearly dropped the thing as she tripped over herself, trying to keep the book from slipping out of her grasp. The title read as Fauning Over You: A quick guide to the Satyr/Faun courting. And just beneath the title lay a depiction of a dark haired satyr completely in the nude. Err.. as nude as one could get with the lower half covered in fur.
It seemed relevant enough for her to continue with it but nervous eyes glanced over to the large tables outlined by chairs for seated reading. Was this kind of book acceptable material for her eyes? And more importantly, was it acceptable to read such things so openly? She couldn't help the feeling that had built up inside and held the book to her chest tightly. Checking it out was definitely out of the question with her family around and all. Instead, she would opt to read it in the library in peace.. hopefully.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 28, 2015 17:31:55 GMT
"Do you need help finding anything?"
Story had appeared behind the woman without a sound. Her shoes lay back at the library's entrance, mostly due to mud, but partly because it was fun to startle the patrons. Especially the ones in the more... embarrassing sections. From her position, Story made note of the title of the book. So maybe, just maybe, this lady and the satyr from the funeral were together. Or, at least, the lady wanted them to be. Story had seen them both around the pub on her voyage there. In retrospect, it would make sense. And this satyr, he had made mention of another woman at the funeral. A Miss Kostya. Though the girl had been furious when she approached the queen, her memory was absolute. This was going to be fun.
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Post by Leb on Oct 29, 2015 17:03:13 GMT
"Do you need help finding anything?"
Loretta flinched out of fear and stood rigid as she was caught in the act. She paled at the sound of a voice behind and clutched the book to her chest.
"N-no.. I'm o-okay m-!?" She turned to face what she thought would be an older librarian only to find story there. It only made her flustered even more. She's seen her before but where? She couldn't place a finger on it. But if that's the case.. no no no. Stop being silly and speak up already!
Loretta tried her best to speak normal but it was obvious she was uncomfortable and embarrassed. "I just.. I would like to.. to read somewhere in peace." Especially where she wouldn't be bothered by others in the library. This might not have been a good idea in the first place.. at all. She'll just have deal with the judging stares here if it meant avoiding a certain pair of eyes.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 30, 2015 13:20:01 GMT
"You are looking to romance satyrs?" Story continued, ignoring Loretta's pleas for solitude. "Might I make a few suggestions?"
The girl walked over to a nearby chair, plopping down and crossing her legs indian style. Her finger traced the grain of the wooden table lazily.
"I hear satyrs like scarves. That might be a good place to start. Though, scarves are quite out of fashion nowadays, and any satyrs caught dead in them are sure to be utter nimrods." She had no idea about the current styles, and the relation of scarves to them, though she remembered overhearing some negative remarks about decorative shawls. After all, they're pretty much the same thing.
"Pipes are definitely an option. The more cynical of the species enjoy puffing smoke as much as sarcasm," she said colloquially, leaning forward. "I hear there is a satyr in the town who likes pipes. He frequents the pub. Alas, I believe his heart belongs to a Miss Kostya."
She reclined again, a malicious smile inching across her lips.
"Though, with the species, you'd never know that. Satyrs enjoy their little tricks. You should watch out for that. They might say they love you, act infatuated and cute and embarrassed, but you can never tell if the love is real with that race. I pity Miss Kostya and her satyr lover, and pity you as well, if you want to follow in her image."
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Post by Leb on Oct 30, 2015 18:40:27 GMT
"I-" She held her tongue and nodded in silence. There was no stopping this girl and Loretta knew it. Instead she followed behind her and sat in the wooden seat across from her. She kept the book close to her bosom as she listened to the younger girl speak ever so knowledgeably. A peculiar sight to see she mused to herself, a child advising her elder.
"I hear satyrs like scarves. That might be a good place to start. Though, scarves are quite out of fashion nowadays, and any satyrs caught dead in them are sure to be utter nimrods." Scarves? She fancied Eoin in a bright colored scarf to contrast his scowl and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She didn't say anything and let story continue uninterrupted.
"Pipes are definitely an option. The more cynical of the species enjoy puffing smoke as much as sarcasm," It seemed true enough as Eoin enjoys his pipe very much. The girl had leaned in and Loretta followed suit after her. Curiosity burned in her heart and wondered what the girl knew that she did not. "I hear there is a satyr in the town who likes pipes. He frequents the pub. Alas, I believe his heart belongs to a Miss Kostya."
Her eyes widened at the name. Kostya? Did she mean Alek Kostya..? Oh dear.. And the Satyr who frequents the pub she mentioned is Eoin no doubt. But surely not with Miss Kostya? He couldn't.. could he? She sat back down her eyes conveying the pain and conflictions of her mind.
"Though, with the species, you'd never know that. Satyrs enjoy their little tricks. You should watch out for that. They might say they love you, act infatuated and cute and embarrassed, but you can never tell if the love is real with that race. I pity Miss Kostya and her satyr lover, and pity you as well, if you want to follow in her image."
Her heart sunk at the thought. She couldn't believe it. No.. not Eoin. Her shoulders sagged along with her broken spirit. If that is true, then what he had done those nights, were they all for naught? A silly game? Nothing more than a game of skirt chasing? A lump began to swell in her throat at the cruel implications of her thoughts. That can't be. It can't! She clutched the book in her hands tightly to keep herself from spilling tears in front of the younger.
"I.." Her voice rasped only just above a whisper. "I didn't ask for your pity.." Her cheeks burned with shame yet she stared up at the young girl with defiant eyes. "Nor do I believe your slander." As much as she said so with conviction, deep down within, Story had already planted the seed of doubt.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 30, 2015 18:54:01 GMT
"I give no slander. Only advice. It's my job as the librarian's assistant," Story replied, pushing her glasses up her nose with a frown. "I didn't realized the truth would be so painful. Unless..."
She paused, giving dramatic emphasis to her words. Loretta's reaction had confirmed the girl's suspicions, and given her the opportunity to attack. The cursed satyr had made a fool of her at the funeral. He was probably even to blame for the queen's horrifying reaction. And if this woman was feeling so strongly about Story's words, there had to be some truth to them. She was doing the patron a favor by exposing this. Using this to justify her unjust vengeance, any qualms that may have been planted withered away, and Story continued.
"...you two are already together. I'm sorry. I wouldn't have been so blunt if I had realized. You poor girl, played by that villainous goat."
The child rose from her seat, walking until she was a mere foot from Loretta. She stared up into her eyes, fake sympathy etched across her face.
"Don't worry. I'm here to help you."
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Post by Leb on Oct 30, 2015 20:05:21 GMT
Loretta shook her head. Story would not let up on her views of Eoin and Loretta couldn't stop her words. Those words she spoke dripped of poison. She claimed it as the absolute truth. How cruel. This child was cruel. No boundaries were set for her and she took advantage of such freedom of words. The malice she spewed, the rancor that seeped, those spiteful words!
And then a weak attempt of empathy. One part believed the girl to be helping. The other other defied, anguish fueling her lamentations. The world laughed at her stupidity. It laughed at her, poked at her, made a fool of her. All the while, Loretta sat unmoving and frozen. Her face blank with no expression. She looked over to Story but not at her but right through her with glazed over eyes.
"..help in what way, pray tell?" Her tone had fallen several octaves and cold with bitter. It felt vile to speak now.
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Post by Annasiel on Nov 1, 2015 1:19:36 GMT
She had struck a serious nerve. Story's speech seemed to resonate with the woman intensely, driving her to dark emotion and vitriolic ire. The plan was going somewhat awry... the patron wasn't supposed to have so much of her anger directed at the girl... but that was just a result of Story's own unbridled, crooked joy in redemption. She had let herself get too caustic. Too violent. The switch to a softer tone wasn't enough to fix the damage caused.
"I'm smart," she said carefully, an affronted grimace on her calculated face. "I know how to do things. I remember things well. I can help you find out if your satyr is living out the archetype of his species, as rumor has it."
The child turned to look off into the distance pensively, her hand touching lightly on her chin in a thoughtful pose.
"I don't want the rumors to be the truth just as much as you. I hate seeing my patrons hurt... however much I love honesty and credibility."
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Post by Leb on Nov 5, 2015 18:29:46 GMT
What in Divine's light was she saying? She couldn't understand the words. They were muffled by the quakes that rang loud and deeply. Her head became heavy with aches and fell into her hands that no longer held the book so tightly. The book merely fell upon her lap, the cover glaring right at her. To others it would appear that she was crying but she was simply glaring back down at the book. Story's words had fallen upon deaf ears. There would be no going through to her. Not like this at least.
"I need to go.."
She mumbled quietly as she cradled her head, the wave like pains subsiding for a moment. This is not what she had come for. She did not come here for Story's judgments. She only wished for a peaceful afternoon with books and solitude. But she can't have that, now can she? No, she will have to suck it up, because that is how life is. And it was all so clear to her now! Not everyone can get what they want, no matter how much they want it. And she wanted it very much.
"Thank you for your time, but it's best if I leave now."
Loretta straightened up and stood from her seat. She placed the book face down on the table and strode past Story. She seemed to have gone back to normal but something was different. She stood straighter.. taller, and more squared as if she was resolute about something on her mind. Whatever took a hold of her earlier had passed but who's to say it's completely gone?
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