If he lived a millennia, it would be a small miracle. It was more likely Ruth would find himself stuck with something pointy and sharp, or fall from a steep high cliff. Perhaps pushed, who could firmly say? Life would have some way of upending itself and gleaming the future was not one of his talents, something he really entertained. The past was far more comforting, familiar and unchanging. The dead couldn’t complain, and usually he could work in relative peace.
Which was now broken by a familiar voice.
His hand paused tracing the outline of an ancient carving, ears first twitching at the tips before his head turned slowly. Finding the ancient, his brow softened, though it still held the mild suspicion he always cast. “Better than them gutting me in my sleep once I’ve found it. Books don’t garner much notice to these folks in terms of treasure, though. Fools treasure trinkets, whereas the wise, value papyrus.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Ruth’s hands would find the depths of his pockets, “Reckon I could do a lot beneath you, is that why you followed me?” Doubtful, but it would be fun to ruffle her feathers a bit, if just for the sheer amusement of it.
Which was now broken by a familiar voice.
His hand paused tracing the outline of an ancient carving, ears first twitching at the tips before his head turned slowly. Finding the ancient, his brow softened, though it still held the mild suspicion he always cast. “Better than them gutting me in my sleep once I’ve found it. Books don’t garner much notice to these folks in terms of treasure, though. Fools treasure trinkets, whereas the wise, value papyrus.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Ruth’s hands would find the depths of his pockets, “Reckon I could do a lot beneath you, is that why you followed me?” Doubtful, but it would be fun to ruffle her feathers a bit, if just for the sheer amusement of it.
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