The white sheep of the family
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Loren had found that Halo lacked much reading material on the subjects he was interested in or would be useful. So he'd decided to seek it out elsewhere. Given that he still didn’t have much desire to see anyone, he’d once again waited until night fell before sneaking his way through the Hollowed Ground.
Astra was by his side, though she was tired to be moving at such a late hour. Well used to navigating by just her light and the moon, he swiftly made his way to the Atheneum. Pushing open the doors, he made his way through the stacks mostly by memory. It didn't take long to find the section on agriculture and herbs. Scanning the shelves, he pulled down a few likely looking volumes, then made his way to the nearest table. Glancing around, he lit a single lantern, careful to keep it away from the paper.
Then he bent his head and began to read. He soon became engrossed in the work, eyes darting from line to line, fingers turning pages quickly. Almost, he looked like an older version of himself.
But his too skinny frame betrayed that lie.
Samuel
Astra was by his side, though she was tired to be moving at such a late hour. Well used to navigating by just her light and the moon, he swiftly made his way to the Atheneum. Pushing open the doors, he made his way through the stacks mostly by memory. It didn't take long to find the section on agriculture and herbs. Scanning the shelves, he pulled down a few likely looking volumes, then made his way to the nearest table. Glancing around, he lit a single lantern, careful to keep it away from the paper.
Then he bent his head and began to read. He soon became engrossed in the work, eyes darting from line to line, fingers turning pages quickly. Almost, he looked like an older version of himself.
But his too skinny frame betrayed that lie.
Will blood tell
