m a r c u s
Where some children may have wanted the man to tell him the word, Marcus was ready to work for it. The tomes and collections rolled out before him were a testament to that -- he was a sponge for knowledge, and he craved all of it.
Where his father was better at seeking out people who held the knowledge, his mother was more opposite of that, and had brought him and his twin to this library as well as the one in the Arcane Academy so that they knew where they could find information even if there were no people. So, when prompted, Marcus shifted again.
He leaned forward and folded his legs beneath himself, and narrowed his eyes in focus on the letters. "It's a g." He said, and made its sounds. "This is an o -- but I don't know if its "OH" or not in this word." He said, tilting his head slightly and looking up at Deimos through a veil of copper bangs.
Where his father was better at seeking out people who held the knowledge, his mother was more opposite of that, and had brought him and his twin to this library as well as the one in the Arcane Academy so that they knew where they could find information even if there were no people. So, when prompted, Marcus shifted again.
He leaned forward and folded his legs beneath himself, and narrowed his eyes in focus on the letters. "It's a g." He said, and made its sounds. "This is an o -- but I don't know if its "OH" or not in this word." He said, tilting his head slightly and looking up at Deimos through a veil of copper bangs.
