Book keeper

[Lovely]

June 27, 2009
2:45 a.m.
Diremoon home


He'd tried to get the message out, telling him to be careful. It had been three weeks already and no reply had come. Instead what had come was the returned letter, refused, along with the invitation... a warning in and of itself to pack and leave before things became more dangerous. He didn't argue... how could you argue with them? Their beguiling blue eyes... if that was the only reason, he'd still have accepted the offer. Mitch had brought most of his books, leaving behind only those that normal libraries tended to have about mythical creatures, not the ones like these that contained the true research. He looked over the hand-bound volumes, tilting his head to adjust his focus around the grimey, narrow lenses that sat on his nose. He carefully placed each one on the shelves he'd been provided, every now and then pausing to glance to a corner or over his shoulder. He set the volume in his hand down and leaned on the expanse of desk that held more boxes. "It's not polite to stare," he finally said, glancing around to rid himself of the chill of feeling 'eyes' watching him.

"I didn't want to intrude." Answered the sweet sounding female voice which at first seemed to belong to the shadow cast by one of the large support pillars. The voice soon took form as the young woman stepped out from the shadows, her bright blue eyes seeming to glow softly until she melted fully into his line of sight. ".. and I wasn't staring... I was watching." She clarified with a soft smile as she clasped her hands behind her, seeming to be shy around him.

He looked up at the forming figure over the top of the brass rims. He shook his head slightly, still watching her as she moved closer. "I'd have offered you a chair," he smiled, reaching to push the lenses up before they fell off. He picked up the volume again and looked for the shelf of similar tomes to place it. "I'd at least have offered you some conversation. I'm not very good at starting it though, unless I'm talking to myself, which I almost thought I was." He turned back around to grab another book once he located the shelf, smiling again, being glad to know she was actually there and not his imagination.

[Lovely]

His voice drew her closer and she glanced around at the shelves and the books on them as well as in stacks and boxes. "Thank you, but I don't need a chair at this time." Her wings were not showing at this time but the top she wore was cut to accomidate them should she want to let them out. It was soft pink color with thin straps and a low back, her skirt was short, black, and she looked more like a pinup than any sort of guardian. "I'm sorry I made you feel like that.. I didn't want to disturb you. My family has already had to disrupt your normal routine so much, I didn't want to.. bother you." It was fairly obvious that she was quite curious about him with how she watched his movements and inched closer and closer to him. "Do you like your room?" She asked with a bright and hopeful smile, it had been her room before they'd decided to bring him here. It wasn't as if she -had- to give up her room, there were plenty of others that could have been used but she thought he would be most comfortable in this one. "The sun warms this corner nicely during the afternoon.." She gestured to the heavily curtained window and her gaze swept around the room again.

"I'm not really accustomed to sunny afternoons, but that's a nice bonus. Thank you," he nodded, the smile slipping crookedly as he gestured with the book in his hand now. He set it down and looked around the room. "I like the room and the fact it -has- room, especially for these. I expect them to get up and stretch their legs a little, now." He turned to a shelf suddenly and held his hand up at them. "Except you - none of you move. I need you to stay exactly where you are, okay?"

She watched how he directed the books with a slight chuckle. It was like they were his children, children she understood better since she tended to have more contact with them. "I thought you might like to read there.." She seemed uncertain which was not a common thing for beings like her, her hand gestured to the area by the window. "I enjoyed doing that in the afternoon."

He chuckled and lowered his hand. He probably looked a little insane talking to the books, but he had his reasons. "My dear... some of these books haven't seen daylight in over a hundred years... I'm beginning to wonder if even I have, really. We might end up a little dust pile for the maid," he said, gesturing a small turbulent whirlwind with his fingers that would send such a pile afloat into the air. He chuckled again and looked to the chair and the large window that certainly appeared comfortable and let in a fair amount of moonlight at the least. "I'm sure I'll find a time to enjoy it just as much. So you.. your family.. you like it here? Despite the creaks and moans of old metal?"

"Not to worry, we don't have a maid." She giggled softly and gestured to the walls and supports of the older building and what it once had been. "Despite? .. mmm I like it because it has character.. If it were silent all the time I don't think I would like it as much." She answered him honestly, her eyes moving over him, studying his shape and the lines of his face when his expression changed. "Do you enjoy the time you spend with your books more than being with others or outside?" Yes, she was very curious about the man her elder siblings had brought to stay with them.