Knowing that it might be a second until her mom is ready to go, Knell wanders into one of the back rooms. From her height, she can't see the anatomical heart embossed on the cover, but she knows it's there, knows that the book is filled with juicy details and information that she's dying to know.
Reaching up on her tip toes, she stretches out a hand to grab at the corner, pulling it so that the weight of the massive book tips it forward. Just a little more... It shifts. Knell tugs again and it wavers, teetering on the corner of the counter as gravity debates which direction to pull it. With her small hand gripping the leather, she proves to be the deciding factor, tipping the scales until it comes toppling down.
Straight on her head.
A cloud of dust and ash rain into her red hair as Knell rubs a hand against her skull. Her right horn aches from the impact, but she doesn't whimper or cry out, her attention stolen by the book that sits sprawled open in front of her. Bones and muscle tissue are drawn out in impressive detail, looking as if they've been illustrated in pen, labeled expertly with long, complicated names she can't pronounce.
Overcome with delight, Knell gathers the book in her arms. It weighs nearly as much as she does, tipping her forward as she walks awkwardly back out into the Temple to find a seat. She shuffles and grunts, the sounds echoing in the cavernous space; but she pays it no mind, on a mission to learn all she can from this text.
When she finds an obsidian bench off to the side, she scurries towards it and hefts the book up first. It takes a few tries to get the heavy tomb up, but when she does, Knell clambers onto the bench herself, feet dangling with excited kicks as she turns around to sit. It takes a second to get her gangly limbs situated and move her tail out of the way, flattened hands pressing red hair out of her face when she turns to face the book. With another forceful tug, she pulls it into her lap, uncaring how the weight presses into her legs when she opens it to the page with the skeleton and muscle tissue. She leans over it, blue eyes glowing like she's admiring a picture of a unicorn rather than trying to pronounce 'zygomatic' or 'carotid' with the quiet shape of her lips.
Reaching up on her tip toes, she stretches out a hand to grab at the corner, pulling it so that the weight of the massive book tips it forward. Just a little more... It shifts. Knell tugs again and it wavers, teetering on the corner of the counter as gravity debates which direction to pull it. With her small hand gripping the leather, she proves to be the deciding factor, tipping the scales until it comes toppling down.
Straight on her head.
A cloud of dust and ash rain into her red hair as Knell rubs a hand against her skull. Her right horn aches from the impact, but she doesn't whimper or cry out, her attention stolen by the book that sits sprawled open in front of her. Bones and muscle tissue are drawn out in impressive detail, looking as if they've been illustrated in pen, labeled expertly with long, complicated names she can't pronounce.
Overcome with delight, Knell gathers the book in her arms. It weighs nearly as much as she does, tipping her forward as she walks awkwardly back out into the Temple to find a seat. She shuffles and grunts, the sounds echoing in the cavernous space; but she pays it no mind, on a mission to learn all she can from this text.
When she finds an obsidian bench off to the side, she scurries towards it and hefts the book up first. It takes a few tries to get the heavy tomb up, but when she does, Knell clambers onto the bench herself, feet dangling with excited kicks as she turns around to sit. It takes a second to get her gangly limbs situated and move her tail out of the way, flattened hands pressing red hair out of her face when she turns to face the book. With another forceful tug, she pulls it into her lap, uncaring how the weight presses into her legs when she opens it to the page with the skeleton and muscle tissue. She leans over it, blue eyes glowing like she's admiring a picture of a unicorn rather than trying to pronounce 'zygomatic' or 'carotid' with the quiet shape of her lips.
Knell
