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The book of love is long and boring
As Sorrel repeated 'The Loreseekers', her slightly odd accent awkward and unsure around the syllables, Sam immediately clocked her for an Outlander. Not that the guild was famous particularly, but a Natural would scoff, dismiss the new guild almost on principle of not being a part of the tradition of the Atheneum. This woman did not seem the sort who would be afraid of speaking her mind, if she felt that way.
He didn't move to hide the book he was working on as Sorrel came closer to look, though he did feel a conscious heat rise up his face; if he still had blood he would have blushed. He did not like being watched while he worked, and so he placed his pen down, making it clear he would not be making a spectacle of his skills.
The book she was holding, once held up, revealed itself to be 'A historical guide to the use of local flora for producing cosmetics'. Interesting, to be sure, but not the most welcoming first introduction to the plants of the area. "Well, I could find you a few books on plants, if you like. Are you a herbologist? My sister makes a lot of potions from plants..." His voice trailed off a little, his tone strained at the thought of Evie.
He didn't move to hide the book he was working on as Sorrel came closer to look, though he did feel a conscious heat rise up his face; if he still had blood he would have blushed. He did not like being watched while he worked, and so he placed his pen down, making it clear he would not be making a spectacle of his skills.
The book she was holding, once held up, revealed itself to be 'A historical guide to the use of local flora for producing cosmetics'. Interesting, to be sure, but not the most welcoming first introduction to the plants of the area. "Well, I could find you a few books on plants, if you like. Are you a herbologist? My sister makes a lot of potions from plants..." His voice trailed off a little, his tone strained at the thought of Evie.
No one can lift the damn thing
