Ruth’s love of the written word spanned a number of different genres, though he did lean to the topics of history and literature rather than more academic pursuits. Reading brought a comfort which had seen him through dark times and once the ink had dried, books couldn’t rewrite themselves, they held their truth even if fleeting with revised editions.
Ruth scoffed, “Oh she has jokes now?” his head shook with a chuckle, unoffended by the jab. “Nonono. Well... There might be,” he wasn’t a saint, taking his pleasures with reckless abandon, yet mercifully so far, no-one had popped up calling him Dad. “I feel, like the rest of my family’s opinion of me, they’d be better off not knowing. I make my own life difficult enough, no sense subjecting anyone else to it.” These days he was more cautious, but in the haze and fogged reality that Ruth lingered in, who was to say what precautions had been taken? Perhaps in the morning, if he remembered.
Watching the murals shift and slot into the right order, he’d catch her comment, casting a fleeting glance before pretending to study the ascension tale. It was something difficult to fathom, waking up to find the world so changed and so few of the familiar loved ones to offer any comfort to the jarring experience. There was appreciating the history of their people, and then there was actually living during it. Two perspectives that didn’t normally coincide with one another. So Ruth chose not to intrude, turning instead to the stairs and the newly opened chamber.
He didn’t approach the chest at first, eyeing Solana a moment before turning to take a study of the room. “You know, it’s not always the prize that’s the true point. Books are everywhere. I just like their puzzles mostly.” And this was a good one, he’d study the murals more later but firstly, “Respect is due, for an entertaining afternoon though.” Between terrifying the earlier party and the decoding of the tale, he’d been thoroughly entertained and distracted. With purpose, Ruth approached the sarcophagus, gathering his hands in front of him. His head tilted forwards steadily in respect, a quietly mumbled prayer fell from his lips in thanks and remembrance and soon enough his shoulders jostled and he cast Solana a look.
“You tell anyone and I’ll lie about it. I’ve a reputation to remember.”
Ruth scoffed, “Oh she has jokes now?” his head shook with a chuckle, unoffended by the jab. “Nonono. Well... There might be,” he wasn’t a saint, taking his pleasures with reckless abandon, yet mercifully so far, no-one had popped up calling him Dad. “I feel, like the rest of my family’s opinion of me, they’d be better off not knowing. I make my own life difficult enough, no sense subjecting anyone else to it.” These days he was more cautious, but in the haze and fogged reality that Ruth lingered in, who was to say what precautions had been taken? Perhaps in the morning, if he remembered.
Watching the murals shift and slot into the right order, he’d catch her comment, casting a fleeting glance before pretending to study the ascension tale. It was something difficult to fathom, waking up to find the world so changed and so few of the familiar loved ones to offer any comfort to the jarring experience. There was appreciating the history of their people, and then there was actually living during it. Two perspectives that didn’t normally coincide with one another. So Ruth chose not to intrude, turning instead to the stairs and the newly opened chamber.
He didn’t approach the chest at first, eyeing Solana a moment before turning to take a study of the room. “You know, it’s not always the prize that’s the true point. Books are everywhere. I just like their puzzles mostly.” And this was a good one, he’d study the murals more later but firstly, “Respect is due, for an entertaining afternoon though.” Between terrifying the earlier party and the decoding of the tale, he’d been thoroughly entertained and distracted. With purpose, Ruth approached the sarcophagus, gathering his hands in front of him. His head tilted forwards steadily in respect, a quietly mumbled prayer fell from his lips in thanks and remembrance and soon enough his shoulders jostled and he cast Solana a look.
“You tell anyone and I’ll lie about it. I’ve a reputation to remember.”
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