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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]It had been rather windy that day, a playful breeze ruffled the child's alabaster fur as he sat within the reaches of the large rock at the edge of camp's shadow; hues of molten amber and piercing ice focused intently upon a book. The book, torn with dust coating each page and looking rather ancient, had the sharp scent of windclan protruding from each and every chapter. It was quite the story behind this book's retrieval involving Bohemian's daring and adventurous nature, a temple bathed sky blue, a handful of unhappy windclanners, and the child's insufferable ability to lace words together in order to snake his way from the grips of serious consequences. But that was a story for another time.


    This particular book was one on alchemy, one with large and complex wordings such as bilk, reprehensible, obdurate; nothing that a new reader could rap's head around too quickly. Luckily for bohemian, his defiant nature of never giving in and craving for new knowledge was much vaster than the large setbacks of his novice reading skills. "Intu- intu," Bohemian read over the words carefully as he read them aloud, attempting to come up with the correct pornounctation. "Intuition is really a sudden imer," The word written was "Immersion". The child quietly read over it, not sure how to go about desiccating the letters in the least.

    [font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]A wave of nostalgia washed over her, weighing down her heart, upon sighting the child with his nose in a book. Once upon a time, that was her. Before she became an angel, a goddess, before she grew up at an early age. All her time used to be spent with her face attached to a book, constantly muttering words under her breath. When she had first learned to read, it had all been spent teaching herself pronunciations and whatnot. Though she did have a little help, she did most of it alone. A book was her best friend, not that she went seeking real companions, and she was completely fine with it.


    "Immersion," finished Winter as she peeked over his shoulder to read the words. Her cobalt blue eyes moved over the lines with fluidity, though a different kind than her body displayed whilst running. Reading was an art, one that needed to be mastered in order to understand what a true masterpiece it was.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 10pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify][font=georgia]Russia had never been a reader, or a bookworm, but she supposed that it was important to learn anyway, so the silver lupiness never really restrained against her lessons as an apprentice. Slipping over on silent paws, the lithe form took a seat nearby the duo, not wanting to interrupt.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=white]The first tier padded over, curious to see what in the world Bohemian was doing with a large book. Were they reading? Boleyn had no interest in learning how to read and knew that she would be awful at it. She simple sat near Russia with a face of both frustration and confusion. Why would one want to learn this language anyway?
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]Intelligent. Upon laying eyes upon the child for the first time, I supposed one's conclusion would come to such. With clever eyes and a mind constantly clouded with daydreams and new ideas, he would present such an impression. But as he truly as bright as his father gave him credit for? Bohemian knew the answer; a smart creature can talk his way out of trouble, but a wise creature avoided said trouble altogether.


    "Intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life," The little one finished the sentence off with great ease upon Winter's intervention, thankful for the elder creature's assistance but far to stubborn to admit he had needed it. "A long, long time ago," Bohemian echoed the words, they sounded like a book beginning in themselves. "I don't doubt it daddy, you are older than dirt." Bohemian noted, a small smile gracing delicate features and a metaphorical raised eyebrow. The "daddy" portion made Bohemian sound a great deal younger than he was, both mentally and physically, but some habits never die. "Boleyn you look perplexed." He began, recalling the golden creature of a meet and greet of earlier date. Perplexed, it was a fun word to say; he'd have to use it more often.

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    [justify]The sight of several BloodClanners all looming over something veiled from Arsen's view instantly triggered an assumption of something horrid occurring. A capture, perhaps? A torture or cannibalism or a lesson on anatomy performed on a live subject? However, there was a stark absence of blood lingering in the air, something that caught Arsen's attention more so than his prior conclusion.


    Stalking over to the group, ears twitching with his silent intrigue, the mountain lion stopped beside Winter and angled his head so that his eyes were able to peer over heads and shoulders to a book. Pushing out a breath of amusement through his nostrils, the male settled down with a small smirk upon his muzzle. A book, was that all? It held both disinterest and awe for the wildcat for he could not read and did not want to have to put into the effort to learn. Simultaneously, there was a part of him that wanted to know what the scribbles etched on the crackling canvas meant.


    The words that eventually sprouted from the cub's maw struck a chord with something in his head. Blinking in surprise, his smirk disappearing, the male frowned in a sort of angst. He had an intuition that something was terribly wrong with the haze of pain that seemed to constantly clog his thoughts, an intuition that it was worse when he could relieve the pain through violence, but he did not feel connected to anything at all. "Sounds like some heavy reading," he finally commented, simple and vague in comparison to the procession of thoughts in his mind.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=white]Have reading, indeed. Boleyn huffed, a puff of breath laced with amusement at the younger member's calling her "perplexed". "I don't think that's quite the right word." The tiger was not baffled by their deciding to read, though she was confused as to what made Bohemian grab a huge book and start trying to decipher what was upon the pages. "I just don't see what there is here that would interest you," she replied simply with a small shrug of her shoulders, a light frown settling upon her features. Everything on the pages looked like garbage to her.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -19px]"It's just interesting is all," A smile grew upon ivory features as the child spoke, answering Boleyn's question in a tone of utter nonchalance. "To see how others view the world." Every brain was different, every thought process, every smile, every frown- all creatures saw, felt, and viewed the world with different pritoties and concepts. Some may value you love, others power, others whisky; it simply depended on who and where, and all had a reasoning behind each. "I don't understand half of what the book's saying though," Bohemian noted, a frown replacing what was once a clever smile dancing across his lips.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=white]Boleyn felt a pang of jealousy, not being able to know something that a kit did. Though it didn't really interest her, the book shone with intelligence and Bohemian could read quite a bit of it. The tigress pushed these negative thoughts away and smiled at the liger. "You're very smart for your age," she complimented, nodding towards the book.
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