hey boy where’d ya get it from | intro
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Thirst for knowledge, to develop a greater understanding of the world around them and to learn of wondrous tales of fiction, was something that Elanor had been interested in. Although it was only a slight interest, the curiosity lingered in the back of his mind nonetheless and so that meant that sooner or later it would be a thing that he needed to act upon. However, there was one major thing getting in the way of him getting what he wanted. He could not read. At all. Sometimes he did his best to pressure the other youths around the flights to read to him so that he could at the very least learn a few new words but whenever the book or piece of paper was pushed in his direction all that came from it was pure panic on his part and thus instant frustration. The less he was able to grasp about the apparent words that were swimming on the pages before him, the more likely he was to just stop trying which only every proved to leave him feeling rather bitter.
It was for this reason, this underlying bitterness, that the ugly head of jealousy was always far too quick to surface once he spotted others who could proficiently do what he could not. So when he found himself noticing an unfamiliar feline intently studying the pages of some work that was entirely unknown to him. This particular day, Elanor was feeing rather brazen and thus, the valozan dragon child had it in him to approach the stranger. "You... any good at reading?" God, Elanor what are you saying? The feline was absolutely consumed by whatever she seemed to be reading which, at a glance from him as he looked down to the book at her paws, looked like nothing but a jumble of random glyphs so of course she was good at it or at least better than him (which was not exactly hard to be, most were better than him).
Wanting to hit himself for his stupidity since any simpleton could make such a blatant observation, the young dragon's next instinct was to puff up slightly in defensive manner. "I mean, clearly you are. I, uh, I mean. What are you reading?" It takes him a while to come to this conclusion in his speech, face growing hot and mind growing irritatedly flustered as he tries to pick up the messy pieces that he had made for himself without looking like a fool though the boy is certain that fool is all he looks like here. Hopefully she wouldn't just get pissed off with him for his disorderly choice of words. He was a mess, after all. That deserved to be common knowledge.
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Did she want to be interrupted? No. Was it expected? Definitely. Eden was keenly aware of the throes of clanlife, including the apparent lack of privacy. She wasn’t upset, however — she flickered honeyed brown eyes up to meet the quirky crumbling exterior of the serpentine child that approached her, watching calmly as the stumbled through his words like there was cotton stuck to his teeth. But as he floundered, her restless mind was quickly taken away to semi-related reaches. For instance, how could someone be good at reading? Was it based on speed, or eloquence of reading aloud? Maybe it depended on comprehension, but that largely just depended on education.
Snapped from her thoughts due to an awkward silence stretching before her, Eden realized that the boy was waiting for her to answer a question. She blinked, quiet for another moment, before flipping her book closed and showing Elanor the cover. “Mythological Beasts of the Northwest,” she said a little robotically, and unknowing on where northwest referred to. “I got it from a local merchant,” she added tunelessly, a smile pressing against her maw for politeness sake.
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Laureat recalled a time when he used to love reading. He'd gone under a different name at that time. A simpler nice, he had to admit. It wasn't often that one found him in the library, but that was because he usually hid there in the night, too embarrassed to face anyone and let them know he'd taught himself to read. He wasn't exceptional at it, but he understood the simpler words. He used to read all types of books from cooking to medical to combat techniques, not that he could do any of it, especially not after the castle was overran with bears in the midst of winter. Although that hadn't exactly stopped him from slipping in and nabbing a few books while the beasts hibernated. He couldn't help but let his mind linger on his name, his current name, not the one from the past. But he couldn't help but think maybe he should've made it a shorter one. Perhaps if there was another chance he'd make it shorter. But as far as he knew, he wasn't going to be going back to a place that knew his name for a good long time. His real name.
As he stepped up he offered Elanor a smile, a smile that he rarely showed people. It wasn't the usual obligatory polite smile he gave everyone else, it held a fondness to it that he had only showed a few people in his lifetime. He let out a humorless snort as he realized that he'd given more people a spiteful, angry smile than he had ever given them the loving and fond smile he had given his son. Facing Eden now he smiled his obligatory smile as previously mentioned. "What beast are you reading about now?" He questioned with interest as he refrained from peering over her shoulder and breathing down her neck to read her book for her. He was a different person now and he wouldn't force himself into someone's personal space anymore.