The old man was within the halls of what one had been a ramshackle block of rundown buildings. He had taken them all and, in his own way, made them into a manor, of sorts. It wasn't what one would expect a manor to look like, at least not on the outside, and in truth, perhaps not on the inside either. Each building that had be fused into the one had it's own flair.. it's own appeal. And there were some parts of the building which were inhabited. He was coming from one of those places.
There was a smile on his lips as he made his way from Piper's place. She had settled in well, and he was glad that he was able to help. There perhaps, could have been more that he could do for her, but it was never about what he could do for her, but what she needed of him that he could provide. And provide he would.. just as he would do for all those whom he counted among his treasured.
As his mind set to wandering, his feet carried him through the various halls, finally to deposit him into the library, and then soon after, his office there above. It was coming time that the Library needed a new keeper. Oh, he'd still be there, sure, but the books were coming to find themselves more attentive to another. That made him smile. That other was one of his treasured as well. He had asked her many times to come and work there, but in truth, it was not he who asked, it was those books. Perhaps, soon, she would give in to his, and their, request.
His gaze turned and he looked over the vastness of the city there from his window. There was a tickle there, in his mind, and that smile soon vanished. His name had once more came up, but this time it wasn't in a sulking threat. It was in a cry for help, and help about one who he had not delt with in a long time.
He stretched his mind out, and touched on the one who called, as well as one who knew of that one.
(cross-posted in Drachen Walde)
There was a smile on his lips as he made his way from Piper's place. She had settled in well, and he was glad that he was able to help. There perhaps, could have been more that he could do for her, but it was never about what he could do for her, but what she needed of him that he could provide. And provide he would.. just as he would do for all those whom he counted among his treasured.
As his mind set to wandering, his feet carried him through the various halls, finally to deposit him into the library, and then soon after, his office there above. It was coming time that the Library needed a new keeper. Oh, he'd still be there, sure, but the books were coming to find themselves more attentive to another. That made him smile. That other was one of his treasured as well. He had asked her many times to come and work there, but in truth, it was not he who asked, it was those books. Perhaps, soon, she would give in to his, and their, request.
His gaze turned and he looked over the vastness of the city there from his window. There was a tickle there, in his mind, and that smile soon vanished. His name had once more came up, but this time it wasn't in a sulking threat. It was in a cry for help, and help about one who he had not delt with in a long time.
He stretched his mind out, and touched on the one who called, as well as one who knew of that one.
(cross-posted in Drachen Walde)