28 Feb 2025, 05:40
Books of Darkness and books of Magic
Rachel listened; truthful she had no clue about anything related to dark magic. Or the diffrence between dark, and light magic, she assumed it was magic that happened in the dark, perhaps Astrology spells, maybe something like moving shadows. Either way; the "Im not stupid enough to try it" made her question what it was even more.
"..So you like puzzles too?" Rachel said starting to think more rather then speak. Weither she had run out of things to say, or if by some outside force had changed it. "Though i think the ones we like are diffrent. Im not exactly **good** at them as much as i just like them." She said continuing down the stairs. It had finally caught on she probably had been talking too much, and she wanted to give Syrah a chance to speak.
Though something sent her back to her childhood; when she was way younger and her mother actually had time to spend with her. They would put together puzzles; sitting down with some hot cocoa during the winter next to the fireplace. The soft crackle of fire as she put the pieces together. But it wasnt just jigsaw puzzles, sometimes they would think up riddles and ridiculus questions with ridiculous answers. That all stopped once they had moved to England.
The smile washed away from her face for a bit before she shook it off and continued walking. It felt like the staircase had been going forever, and silence filled the air for a good while except for the quiet footsteps till they reached the ground floor.
"I think i see it over there." she with an unreadable expression; her eyes shifting from the ground to the left of them. A old weathered sign "Library" hanging from the roof.
"..So you like puzzles too?" Rachel said starting to think more rather then speak. Weither she had run out of things to say, or if by some outside force had changed it. "Though i think the ones we like are diffrent. Im not exactly **good** at them as much as i just like them." She said continuing down the stairs. It had finally caught on she probably had been talking too much, and she wanted to give Syrah a chance to speak.
Though something sent her back to her childhood; when she was way younger and her mother actually had time to spend with her. They would put together puzzles; sitting down with some hot cocoa during the winter next to the fireplace. The soft crackle of fire as she put the pieces together. But it wasnt just jigsaw puzzles, sometimes they would think up riddles and ridiculus questions with ridiculous answers. That all stopped once they had moved to England.
The smile washed away from her face for a bit before she shook it off and continued walking. It felt like the staircase had been going forever, and silence filled the air for a good while except for the quiet footsteps till they reached the ground floor.
"I think i see it over there." she with an unreadable expression; her eyes shifting from the ground to the left of them. A old weathered sign "Library" hanging from the roof.
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@Syrah Vintera